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doesn’t go off. He was texting so quickly before. I lay my head on the pillow and feel myself pouting when my door bursts open. I almost jump out of my skin.
    “What’s up, hun!” It’s Hillary. Of course it is. She barges through closed doors like no one else can.
    “What’s wrong? You look like you lost your best friend.” She chuckles before flopping on my bed across from me. “And, that can’t be true since I’m right here,” she says, slapping me on the butt.
    “Waiting on Garret again?” I tease.
    “Of course. You know I need my evening cardio.” She giggles. Hillary is one of the only women I know who manages to meet a guy wherever she goes. I’d been going to my gym for four days a week for the past year and never saw Garett. The day she goes, he’s turns out to be a new fitness trainer, tall, attractive, muscular and athletic. Hillary spotted him the moment he walked in.
    “God, your bed is so amazing,” she says in an exaggerated tone.
    “He’s going to get fired if they catch you guys,” I laugh.
    “Don’t be a hater, Lauren. I told you, you could borrow him if you want,” she says, nudging me.
    “No thanks.” I roll my eyes at her.
    “I can’t believe this bed isn’t getting any action. You should let us borrow this,” she says, rolling on her stomach and lifting her wiggling butt in the air.
    “Eww, Hillary you’re disgusting” I say, attempting to push her out of my bed, and my phone rings. My heart skips a beat when I see it’s Chris. He’s calling! I glance over at Hillary, who’s eyeing me suspiciously.
    “Are you going to get that?” She chuckles. I cannot answer while Hillary’s here. She looks at me suspiciously.
    “Oh, I’ve got to see who’s calling to get that look on your face,” she teases. We both reach for my phone, and she gets to it first. Her face immediately sets into a frown.
    “Oh, Lauren. NOO,” she says. I jump off the bed to get the phone, and she moves it behind her back.
    “Hillary give me my phone and a little privacy,” I demand.
    “Isn’t he still with that girl?” she says pointedly.
    “He’s Caylen’s dad. What does that have to do with anything?”
    “He’s calling to talk to you about Caylen?” she says sarcastically.
    “I don’t know because I haven’t answered the phone. Give it to me.” I grab her arm and force the phone out of her hand. It’s stopped ringing.
    “Don’t do this to yourself, Lauren,” she says, whining.
    “Do what? What am I doing?!”I say, throwing my hands up, exasperated. She shakes her head and folds her arms eerily similar to Raven this morning.
    “You know exactly what I’m talking about. What happened to moving on, leaving the past in the past? Just having a relationship for Caylen?”
    “Who says I’m not doing that?!” I laugh in disbelief. I know I’m not, but they don’t know I’m not.
    “Your face says it all!” I can’t be that easy to read.
    “Hun. Don’t do this. I see this going so badly, and you know if anyone knows disaster waiting to happen it’s me,” she says, pointing to herself. I roll my eyes.
    “I just want to be his friend. Can I at least be his friend?” I say defensively. Hillary sighs.
    “Friends, Lauren. Really? What are you going to do, be his best man at his wedding after he divorces you and marries that other chic?” I feel my breath catch in my throat and Hillary looks down at her feet guiltily.
    “Okay that was harsh.” She steps towards me, and I step back. I feel tears in my eyes, and my jaw stiffen.
    “You know what, Hillary, you screw a lot of guys—a whole lot of fucking guys. And you know what I think? I think it’s stupid and dangerous, and you deserve better!” I spit back at her. Her eyes narrow in on mine.
    “Say what you want, but I’m happy with my life. I know exactly what I want from the men that I choose to deal with. I don’t have any secret agendas or unrealistic expectations. When things don’t work out for me it