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Don’t cry, Kate You’re not a crier

I make it to the end of the block and take a left I think I re a bus stop just about a quarter of a h I have no clue where I’ll go I half run, half walk, trying to put as much distance as I can betweento batter my heart

A car approaches side et in the car"

I don’t even look over at hi faster He curses and then steps on the gas, his Range Rover shooting forward twenty feet before he slaets out, sla the door hard In three strides he’s in front of me and his hands are on my shoulders

I duck o ofhter "Just listen to ives me a little shake "I’m sorry, Kate Fuck…you have to know I didn’t mean any of that I have no clue what came over me"

"You’re an asshole," I say in a small voice

Zack pulls on me forcefully and I slam into his body His ar to rest on my head "I know And I’m sorry"

I blink hard several ti "Is Ben in the car watching this?" I h "I put him at the kitchen table with a piece of pizza and ordered hi out of his aret back You can’t leave hih his hair in frustration "I know But I couldn’t let you leave like that Will you just get in the car and come back to the house?"

I have my stubborn pride, but I also know Zack is stubborn too He’s not leaving until I get in that car and go back to his house, and I am not about to let Ben sit by hi on o"

We’re silent on the short drive back, and alk in the house Ben is happily sitting at the table, pulling pepperoni off his pizza Zack watches me warily, but I don’t pay hiue withto head to bed"

"You need to eat," Zack says, alry," I tell hiive hiht, Silly Putty Pop Star"

Ben tilts his head backward to look at ht, Kate"

As I start to head back through the living room toward the stairs, Zack tries one more time "Kate…"

"We’ll talk to back