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okay with me doing that? Sleeping with other girls while we were still together?"
    My eyes bulged before I could stop them. I stepped away from him, not knowing whether to cry or punch him in the face.
    “Babe.” He grinned. “That was a joke.”
    "No it wasn't."
    He looked confused, surprised that I was able to see that. Guilt flashed over his features and then scuttled away to be replaced by confusion again. I could see his disbelieving smile. He was opening his mouth to convince me I was seeing things. I guess he was right. I was seeing things. Real things. Things I had never noticed before. All of Chase’s sweet comments...the tone of his voice...were all a farce. He wanted me for sex...and that was it. He had been willing to put in a few months of his time to get it, but if I wasn’t going to put out then he wasn’t going to wait around.
    “You know what...” I passed the picnic blanket back to him. “You go sleep with whoever you want, because we're not together anymore."
    He didn’t really look that disappointed as he took the blanket off me and let me walk away on my own.

Chapter 5

    I crossed my arms tightly around my body and stumbled over the grass. As soon as I hit the pavement, I ran. I reached Stella’s house ten minutes later. I wasn’t usually out of breath after running for ten minutes, but I had been crying most of the way, so when Stella opened the door I was a huffing, puffing mess.
    “What happened?” Her green eyes were wide as she grabbed my arm and pulled me inside.
    “I just dumped Chase.” I finally hiccupped when she sat me down on her bed.
    Flicking the door shut, she spun around to face me. “Why?”
    “Because he only wanted me for sex.” I sniffed and wiped at my tears. This crying fit was so not helping my headache.
    Stella perched on the bed next to me with a Kleenex in her hand. I snatched it off her and blew my nose, dabbing my puffy eyes. My best friend stayed silent as I pulled myself together. Finally I drew in a long, slow breath.
    “I mean I know he’s been around a little. I know it was unrealistic for him to actually like me, but I really thought he did. We got on great, you know? I thought sex would have been an added bonus for us, not the be and end all.” I looked up, forcing a watery smile.
    Stella sighed, her hand running slow circles over my back. I looked into her eyes and felt my stomach sink. Was she smiling?
    I blinked and looked at her again.
    No, she was sad for me, but...but the longer I looked, the more I saw the sadness slip away. It was like a layer of falsehood fell off her expression and I could see the quiet glee. I gasped and sat back from her.
    “Caity, are you okay?” Her voice sounded concerned, but her irritated frown told me something completely different. She didn’t want to have to deal with her upset friend right now. She didn’t even care that Chase was being a jerk...she was happy about it.
    “Stella...” I didn’t know what to say to her. I shook my head, bile surging in my stomach.
    “Caitlyn?” Stella patted my back. “You look kind of pale. Please don’t puke on my carpet, okay?” She said it with a giggle, but her expression told me not to dare become sick near her.
    What the hell was wrong with people today? Why was everyone so mad with me?
    “I gotta go.” I jerked off the bed and nearly crashed into the door. Wrestling with the handle, I finally yanked it open and made a beeline for the door.
    “Caity?” Stella rushed after me. I didn’t want to, but couldn’t help myself; I paused at the door and turned to look at her. Her brow was creased with worry, her lips slightly parted. There she was. The Stella I knew and loved, but once again, the longer I looked, the more I could see. As her worry slipped away, I saw it all - her irritation with my pathetic, crying self, and her complete lack of concern for me.
    Bereft of words, I flung the door shut and raced down the stairs. This day was too weird. Why were the