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MADISONI turn around and try to examine why he finds pleasure in watching me suffer.I have nothing else to say. I always let him walk over me repeatedly, because I can’t stop wanting what he would never give me.Why am I stupid? Why am I like this?I’m moving back to New York. I am freaking done with this place. He can have the major, the house, my whole fucking dream. I just need to be away from him for rehabilitation, because what the hell is wrong with me?I push past him and don’t wait for the elevator because I know I would get locked up with him, and right now, that’s the last thing I want.So, I descend the staircase, practically taking two steps at a time while he calls behind me.“Wait!” He tries grabbing my arm on the lawn, but I yank my hand away. “Do not touch me.”“Mad?” He continues to trail behind me on the street.Please, leave me alone.“Maddie?” So now I’m Maddie. Great. He can start up another prank. What about this time—kill me. “Maddie… please…”Just as I’m almo

MADISONAsher's car has been at the service shop since yesterday, so Daniel is giving us a ride to school today. Since he isn't an early bird like us, we are probably going to be late for class.Luckily we aren't. We push open the double doors to the auditorium and step into a packed, noisy room."Argh, they've taken the front row," Asher groans as we look around for empty seats."I don't want it anyway," I mutter, squeezing into the fourth row where I spot a free space so we can sit next to each other."I don't think he's coming, like yesterday and the day before. He's probably dropped out as we speak," Asher jokes behind me. I almost spin around to tell him not to say that, but he has no clue about me and Caden. As far as he knows, Caden is just my annoying stepbrother. So I keep walking, swallowing down the bile in my throat.Forget him, I miserably tell myself.We don't even reach our seats before the professors walk in and the noise subsides. Everyone starts pulling out notes and

MADISONFear is being stranded in a place someone brings you to, where transportation suddenly becomes a limited option.My late-night flight lands in SJC at midnight, and I grab a cab to a hotel in Palo Alto, ten minutes from the health center. I want to make my life easier, since I don't think I'll be checking out soon, not now that staying with Asher is off the table and getting an apartment will take a while.Hotel life it is for me. So Serena van der Woodsen, except without a parent.I don't have clothes or anything, but the shower feels like the hug I need right now.There isn't much to do afterward. I get into one of the free robes and cocoon myself under the sheets, trying to bury my thoughts so I can sleep, but rest is not for me. That's when the realization really hits, and I finally comprehend the trouble I've concocted since coming to school on the West Coast.First, there is Caden, who should be my stepbrother, not someone I nurture the L-word for. Then I make a friend, t

CADENI just couldn't sleep the whole night. Every time I close my eyes, all I see is Cara, and not in the way I usually dream of her and Mom in the house we used to have, but Cara on the asphalt, lying there bloody, in the pool of red.It's a tormenting nightmare, I know Reagan should know about it. She always tells me to share every shift in what I'm feeling so she can help me, but... I remember the few times I slept next to Mad. Those were the only nights I had any peace, and that realization had me panicked that if I moved on with Mad, it meant I'm letting Cara and Mom go forever.The thought pulls a small smile to my iron morning face now. I roll out of bed and head to the bathroom to shower and get ready.There's no class until eleven. My stomach is grumbling, so I head to the kitchen to see what I have. It's been a while since I did any grocery shopping, but the last time I did, I barely used what I bought, so I should be able to make something.I open the fridge and spot a bag

CADENThe stanky neighbor who just brought that rotten-bean stench to my nose is there. I don't notice him while I'm with Mad; he must have been creeping on us, but he makes sure I see him once her vehicle pulls away, and I'm heading back into the building.My whole mood drops. The last time I saw him, his face was all over Mad, and now he has the nerve to meet my eyes. Maybe he doesn't need them anymore."What are you looking at, Columbus? Shouldn't you be looking at colognes?" I raise a brow, trying to make sense of this whole situation.He frowns tightly but doesn't say a word, and just continues toward the backyard.That's what I think. Though a little part of me wishes he talked back, I already have him written down in my death note, right below Kane Estaben, from the moment I told him to simply leave Mad alone, and he went ahead, took the extra scene, and made her cry.Maybe I should release the video of him crying out the apology, or maybe I should just punch the bastard in the