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The vibration of the bass coming from one of the nearby trucks hits me before the door is open. When my feet hit the ground, and the night air infiltrates my lungs, I start to feel a little better. There's something about being out at a party that gets my blood pumping, especially when it's not in the confines of a home.

Mino slaps me on the back once he rounds the front of my truck to stand beside me. "You ready?" I nod. "If you want to leave at any point, just say the word and we're out of here."

"Nah, I'm good." I wave him off.

"You are now, but I just spotted someone who could change all that."

I scan the scene in front of us, my eyes bouncing from person to person until they land on the one and only Chan Woo. "Son of a bitch." I'm so not in the mood to fight right now. I was finally mellowed out from earlier, and now I have the sudden urge to punch Chan in the face.

"Hey," Mino says as he shakes my shoulder. "No fighting. If Jennie were here, she'd be sure to say hi to him and be nice. She'd expect the same from you."

"She'd expect it, but that doesn't mean she'd get it."

Mino laughs. "Let's go, man."

We walk forward and it's like I've stepped back into high school. Women appear at my side, men I'm friends with come over to greet me. Each time a woman puts her arms around me, or her hands on me, I brush them off, which only earns me odd looks. I've never turned women away before, but I'll be damned if I let anyone near me while I'm with Nini. If she were here, she'd be staking her claim on me, and I'd love every second of it.

A petite blonde standing next to me bumps my hip. "What's up with you? You're so quiet." I've been here for two minutes, and I'm too quiet. Uh huh.

"Just thinking," I say, and slide slightly to the left to put some distance between us. She, of course, notices.

"You don't remember me, do you?"

I look down and take her in. "I remember you. We spent the night together." I so don't remember her. Fuck it, though. I can wing it. It's better than me telling her I have no fucking clue who she is.

She buys it and smiles up at me. "You wanna get out of here?"

"Can't. I have a girlfriend."

"No way! Not you." She turns to find her friend, who is on the other side of the bonfire. "Hey, Elise! Get this shit. Lisa Manoban has a girlfriend!" Every person in earshot stops what they're doing to stare at me.

"Who's the lucky girl, and why isn't she here with you tonight?"

"She's working out in Cali for the weekend." Mino stays silent by my side.

"You still didn't tell me who she is."

I'll admit it. Back in high school Nini wasn't popular. I'm hesitant to bring up her name, but not because I don't want people to know I'm with her. In fact, I'm fucking proud to have her as mine. These aren't your average people, though. No, they are the popular clique from high school. The one I was a leader of. Here I am hating myself even more because I know the second her name leaves my lips, they will all have something to say about her. Then I'll lose it. She's the nicest, warmest woman I know. But because she wasn't part of our clique, these shallow assholes will have their opinions and their comments. I hate the thought of anyone talking badly about my Nini.

I look the girl, whose name I've long forgotten, in the eyes and say, "Jennie Kim."

She pauses for a moment as the name rolls through her mind, then recognition dawns on her face. "The same Jennie Kim you used to pick on every day in high school?"

I grind my teeth together out of anger. Anger at myself and who I used to be. "Yes."

"It doesn't seem like you're very happy about that."

I relax my jaw as all the good memories I've made in the past month with Nini come pouring through. "Happy? No. Fucking ecstatic is more like it. She's the best thing that's ever happened to me."

She shrugs one shoulder and turns to walk away, but not before dragging a few of her friends with her. They put their heads together and whisper, one glancing back at me with a smirk. I'm tempted to flip her off, but I refrain. These bitches know nothing of a classy woman like Nini.

Mino speaks up. "I wasn't quite sure how that was going to go."

"Me, neither."

"I'm sure within the next ten minutes everyone here will know you're with Jennie."

"Good."

Some guy steps up to me, shorter than me, leaner. Fuck if I can remember his name. Damn, I can't remember any of these people tonight. Just goes to show how important they must be in my life.

"Did I just hear correctly?" he asks. "You're dating Jennie Kim?"

I lean forward, towering over him. "Yeah. And?"

He holds his hands up. "Nothing. Just interesting to see how the tides have turned."

"If you mean how she's way out of my league, then yes, things certainly have changed. I don't deserve someone as great as her but don't take a moment of being with her for granted." It's not like me to lay my feelings out like that, but these fuckers need to know I'm not playing when it comes to Nini. I...okay, I fucking love her, and none of these fools have a clue how amazing she is.

"Jennie Kim?" the douchebag asks again.

"Yes, motherfucker, did you not hear me the first time?"

Mino's hand lands on my shoulder. I have to fight the urge to shake him off. He's the only thing I have to ground me at the moment. To keep me from punching this asshole in the face.

Mino interrupts. "Manoban speaks the truth. Jennie is a great woman."

Then another voice speaks up. "I can vouch for her as well." Fucking Chan. For a moment, I hate him a little less, like a sliver less, if that.

The guy is now looking us over, his eyes jumping from one of us to the next. "Look, I didn't mean to start any trouble. I just couldn't believe it when I heard. I mean, we were all there in high school. We all saw what happened daily."

"I was an asshole in high school. I fully admit that and regret what I did."

"Whatever, dude." He walks away. He doesn't even want to hear how I fucked up, how wonderful Nini is, none of it. What's the point of me admitting I fucked up, if no one gives a shit? They wanted to be my friend because I was rich and a dick. I acted like I didn't give a shit about anyone except Nini and that was in a negative way. At least she knows how sorry I am.

I shrug out of Mino's hold and start to walk away from the bonfire—away from the people I realize I have nothing in common with anymore. A lot has happened since the short time Nini and I have become closer. That day I put the gun to my head was the catalyst. Everything has changed since then. Nini is my world now. Her and Mino. They are the ones who have stood and continue to stand by me. They are the ones who matter the most and are more than my friend and girlfriend. They're my family. They care for me more than my mom ever has.

A hand grips my elbow. I turn, thinking it's Mino, but it's Chan. "Listen, about what you said about Jennie," he starts. "I didn't realize how much you care about her. I'm sorry I got in the way of that. If I had known, I wouldn't have asked her out."

I shake my head. Every word he says has me hating him less. We were friends back in high school, right? Or as close as I was to any of them. "Don't worry about it. I overreacted. I've been going through some stuff and…" I rake my hand through my hair, "…fuck I don't know. When it comes to Nini, I just get very protective."

"I get it. I really do. She's someone special." I lift my head to meet his eyes. "Be good to her."

"I'm trying," I tell him honestly.

Mino interrupts and I'm glad. I've talked to Chan long enough. "She does more than try. I've never seen her treat a woman so well. She would die for Jennie."

Chan's eyes widen a little and I shrug a shoulder. Feelings. I think I've had enough sharing for the night. We've been here all of twenty minutes and I'm over it. Over the whole drinking, partying scene.

"You want to go?" Mino asks.

"Yeah."

I feel bad for ruining his night. He could have been looking forward to going to this party. "Listen, if you want to stay, I can come back later and get you."

"Nah. I'm good. Besides, you've been spending a lot of time with Jennie. It's good for us to hang out." I nod. I'm lucky to have him as a friend.

Swiping the keys from Mino, I drive my truck back to his house. No matter how long I've stayed there, or how many times he has told me it's as much my place as his, I still can't call it mine.

When I'm about to put my signal on to turn into Mino's driveway, a police car beats me to it. He pulls in ahead of us, only his headlights on.

"What the hell?" Mino asks.

My stomach sinks, and I have a feeling whatever they are doing here can't be good. My thoughts immediately go to Nini, but if something happened to her, I doubt the cops would come to find me. They'd contact her parents. Right?

I park next to the cruiser. A motion light on the house has kicked on, illuminating the driveway. We get out at the same time the two officers do.

They stand before us. The taller of the two speaks up. I recognize him from high school—his name I somehow remember.

"Lisa. Mino." He nods to us and removes his hat.

"What's going on, Jim?" I ask, cutting right to the point. I need to find out what's going on.

"Your mom was in an accident earlier today. She…she didn't survive. I'm sorry."

I stand still for a moment, absorbing his words. "How?"

"From the eyewitness account from the car behind her, she swerved to avoid a deer in the road and ended up hitting a tree head on. She wasn't wearing her seatbelt."

I stumble backward until my back hits my truck. She's dead? My mom is dead. I just saw her today. How could this happen? She was trying to apologize to me. She wanted to talk and I couldn't. I left.

Mino steps into my field of vision. "Lisa? Look at me." I focus on him. "Let's go inside." I nod. He says something to Jim, but I have no idea what. They talk while I try to come to terms with what I just heard.

Inside, Mino and I sit on the couch. "Are you okay?" he asks.

"I honestly don't know. On the one hand, she was my mom. On the other, she was also the one person I trusted above all others, and she chose him over me. She never believed me. If she had, things would be different. I should cry, right? I just lost my mother. I should feel something, but I don't. I feel nothing. Not happy, not sad."

"You can feel however you want. There is no right or wrong way. Is there any family you want me to call and tell?"

I shake my head. "My aunt died a few years ago. Both of my grandparents on her side are gone. I don't know the phone number for my other grandparents. After my dad died, they moved to Europe. We visited them once after, but that was the last time I saw them. I was young. The most I hear from them now is a card at Christmas. I don't have any other family who'd want to know. Everett but I'll be damned if I'm contacting him. Besides, my mom said she was divorcing him, and he didn't live with her anymore."

We sit on the couch in silence for a while longer. My mom is dead. Gone. I haven't shed one tear. I'm not choked up with emotion. Nothing.

"What's wrong with me?" I ask.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm still not crying."

His hand rests on my shoulder and he squeezes. "Maybe it hasn't fully hit you yet."

"Maybe," I mumble. "I'm going to go to bed. I want to be at Nini's apartment when she gets home tomorrow."

"Okay." I stand and start to walk toward my bedroom. "Hey, Lisa?" Mino calls.

Stopping, I turn and look at him over my shoulder. "Yeah?"

"I'm here if you need anything. No matter what time it is."

"Thanks. I appreciate that."