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and wet, and if you want to know the truth, I loved having it shoved in my face."
    I was literally nauseated. I wanted to scrub that kiss off her. I wanted to scrub it off her lips and out of her memory, and most of all , out of my memory.
     

 
    Chapter 5
    Meredith
     
     
    It was my birthday, and I was planning on doing things I'd probably regret with guys I didn't really care about just to try to get Zack's attention. I hoped the watch I gave him earlier in the night would get his attention, but it didn't seem to be doing the trick. It served part of its purpose, though, since I also wanted to remind him that I was still holding him to our agreement.
    T he watch timer thing was a total lie. I was reasonably sure you couldn't set a watch to countdown three months, and even if you could, I wouldn't begin to know how to do it. I hadn't touched the watch besides taking a good look at it before I asked the sales clerk at Macy's to wrap it.
    We'd been at The Yard for over an hour and Zack was paying attention to another girl . She caught sight of me checking them out and gave me the mean girl glare. Zack was oblivious. I knew it would take extreme measures to get Zack's attention, but I was willing to do what I had to do. I chose an unsuspecting guy out of the crowd on the dance floor. I was careful to target one who was checking me out. I thought I might as well make things easy on myself.
    It was my first t ime at The Yard, and I loved it. The dance floor was jam packed with beautiful people, and it felt like everything was going at half-speed as I danced to the beat. It was a little bit slow for a rap song, and I moved toward the unsuspecting pawn with all the swagger of a true seductress. It was like taking candy from a baby. Or maybe giving it to a baby was more accurate—let's just say it was easy.
    The shaggy, blonde beach baby I chose was all over me like white on rice. He was a looker too. Even if Zack didn't respond the way I hoped he would, at least I had a nice looking guy to hang out with for the night. Not that I would ever let it go past hanging out at the club, because I wouldn't. I had no interest in doing it with anyone except Zack, and you know how it is when you get your mind set on something.
    Anyway, I was hoping my plan would work and I wouldn't have to worry about me and Surfer Guy or him and the Barbie he was with at all. I strategically moved closer and closer to Zack and his current companion until I thought I was in his peripheral vision. I had just led the guy I was dancing with halfway across the room one step at a time, so it was nothing to get him to kiss me. I just reached up and put my hand around the back of his head, and kissed him.
    It was packed, the music was blaring, and nobody was paying attention to us. All I could do was hope that a make out session on the dance floor would be enough to catch Zack's eye. I'd positioned myself where I thought I had the best shot at catching his attention, but I knew it was a real possibility that he wouldn't even notice us. I kissed the guy for a good, long minute before I felt a hand like a vice grip on my shoulder. I'd been expecting it, hoping for it, but it still startled me and made me gasp. I looked up to see an angry Zack staring at the guy I'd been kissing. The guy started to protest, but backed off when he saw how serious Zack was.
    Zack stormed off, holding me by the arm with a good amount of force. Somehow the numbness I felt from the alcohol and loud music made his brute force feel good to my nerve endings. I found that I loved the feel of his strong hand around my arm. He looked back at me.
    "What were you thinking?" he asked. His face was a mask of frustration. He had the bluest, ice blue eyes that shone bright even in the dim light of the club. He turned, and continued stalking off in the direction of the table. I stopped in my tracks, and he jerked to a stop before turning and looking at me like I was crazy. I was so glad he was mad,