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I’m livid. Livid that he thinks he can treat me like this. Livid that I didn’t see it coming. Livid that my feelings are hurt by yet another asshole.

I’m so done with men.

Angela comes over and sits down beside me. “What’s going on with you two?”

I shrug. “Nothing.”

She watches him as he talks and laughs with Chelsea and another blonde girl. “Are you fighting?” She frowns.

“Not that I know of.”

She screws up her face. “Weird,” she mutters.

I drink the last of my drink. “I might head back to the room. I can’t get off this fucking ship soon enough,” I mutter.

“Yeah, I bet.” She sighs.

I stand.

“Are you going to say something to him?” she asks.

“No. Why bother?”

“You should ask him what his problem is.”

“I don’t care,” I reply dryly. “He can fuck her all night.”

Her eyes hold mine. “You don’t mean that.”

I fake a smile. “Yeah, actually, I do.”

I stand and make my way over to the kitchen, order a dessert to go, and wait for them to cut the cheesecake for me. If I’m going to be depressed tonight, I may as well do it in style. I get my cheesecake and as I am on my way out, he catches my eye.

“I’m going,” I announce.

He nods, unaffected. “See you.” He goes back to his conversation.

Is he fucking kidding? What is his problem? “Can I speak to you for a moment please?” I ask.

“What about?”

I glare at him and he rolls his eyes and stands begrudgingly. I walk out of the common room and he follows.

I turn to face him. “What are you doing?” I whisper.

He frowns. “What do you mean?”

“Why aren’t you talking to me?”

“I didn’t know I had to.”

I fold my arms angrily in front of me. “Is that so?”

He shrugs. “I’m going to hang with Chelsea tonight.” My eyes hold his. “I’m kind of bored in the same old cabin.” He pauses for a moment. “If you know what I mean?”

If he had hit me in the stomach, it would have been less painful.

“Hook up with someone if you want,” he replies nonchalantly. “I’m sure someone else can get the job done.”