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yanking me by my elbow.
    “Where the hell are we going?” I asked, as she dragged me down the hall. She didn’t answer me. “Kirsten?”
    “Jus t come on,” she insisted.
    When we got to my room, she opened the door and shoved me inside before stepping in and closing the door behind her.
    I spun around to face her, throwing my hands up in surrender. “I ’m not going to sleep with you. I’ve had a shitty night, and I’m not in the mood for this.”
    She rolled her eyes. “I have a boyfriend, thank you very much. I’m not here to sleep with you. I was just saying hello for old times’ sake, but I see you’re still pining away over your mystery girl.”
    I sighed. Seriously, not this shit again.
    “You still haven’t made any headway, have you?” she ascertained, and she was spot on. In fact, I’d actually regressed.
    “Just leave, Kirsten.”
    “No,” she said, as she hopped up on the platform and sat facing me, her legs swinging beneath her. “Tell me what’s going on.”
    “No.”
    She crossed her arms over her chest. “Ryder, tell me or I’m not leaving. I’m going to stay and talk your ear off.”
    “Then I’ll leave,” I told her and reached for the door handle.
    She hopped off the platform and stood right next to me, pushing my hand away from the doorknob. “I’ll just follow you. I’m very persistent, you know.”
    “Yes, I’m well-awa re of your annoying persistence,” I spat out.
    “Whatever. You need someone to talk to, and you know it. Now spill.”
    My phone chose that moment to ding. I figured it was Jake wondering where I was, so I pulled it out of my pocket. Kirsten grabbed it as soon she saw it, and her eyes lit up as she read the text.
    “Who’s Syd?” she asked, her eyes looking up to meet mine.
    My heart and stomach did a little jumpy dance, as soon as I registered what she’d said.
    “No one,” I said quickly, trying to grab my phone back from her, but she had climbed on top of the platform a nd was holding it higher than I could reach.
    My phone dinged again, and Kirsten turned away to read the text. I was dying to know what she was reading and was about two seconds away from using brute force to get my phone back. Then she turned around.
    “Did you enjoy the show?” she asked coyly.
    “What show?” I asked, since I didn’t want to tell her where I’d gone that night.
    She just rolled her eyes. Then she started typing something into my phone.
    “What are you doing?”
    She just giggled, and I could hear the clicking sound my iPhone made as she pressed the keys.
    “ Kirsten! Stop it!” I growled at her.
    She giggled again, and I decided enough was enough. I launched myself onto the platform and tackled her onto the couch. Yeah, it was probably more aggressive than I needed to be, but I was about to crack from all the emotions spinning around inside of me. I needed my goddamn phone back.
    Kirsten wrestled with me for a few minutes before she finally relented and gave it back. Of course, as she handed it over, I made a grab for it and yanked it out of her hand with so much force that it flew out of my hand, across the room, and shattered against the door.
    I ran out of energy at that point and sank down on the couch, out of breath. Next to me, Kirsten was also breathing hard, but I just wanted to kick her.
    “What did it say?” I asked.
    “What?”
    “The text, Kirsten. Don’t play dumb. What did it say?”
    She took in a breath of air. “The first one said ‘hi’, and the second one said ‘Did you enjoy the show’.”
    “That’s it?”
    “That’s it,” she confirmed.
    I banged the back of my head against the couch a few times. “I hate you,” I muttered.
    “I sent a reply,” she said then.
    “I hate you even more. What the hell did you say?”
    “I said, ‘I like d the show. You were a hot piece of ass’.”
    I looked up at her in alarm. “Are you joking?”
    “No, she’s a stripper, right?”
    “No! She’s not a stripper ! Why in