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I panicked when I saw the girl. Her presence ruined my chance to speak to Max, but maybe it’s for the best. I knew I shouldn’t have sought him out outside the club. What was I thinking?
That girl, though. . .
I’ve seen her before. That round, chipmunk face and those wide brown eyes. I know her, but where from?
Think, Hudson, think. The bright red lipstick. I can feel the memory on the edge of my conscious, but it’s evading me right now. I take a mental screenshot of her features in case it comes back to me later.
Whoever she is, she threw me for a loop, but maybe it’s for the best. Ben has a way of finding things out, and I know that all too well. I shouldn’t have taken that stupid chance today. If Jordan knew what I did, he would be so mad at me. He has no idea the torment he’s caused me by dragging me into this club.
There is a chance that someone is watching my every move right now, and I could already be in trouble with Ben and not even know it yet. But somehow, I don’t think Max will call me out. God, I sure hope not. What was I thinking? Kade could’ve been there, and I for sure would have been in trouble then. I must play it safe from this point on—no more missteps.