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Sam could say that she was having the best time of her life. She had just turned twenty-one. Her best friend, after being away for a year, surprised her by planning a birthday party. All her friends were here—even the ones she met in L.A. flew in just to attend. She should be having the best time of her life.
Then why aren’t you? a voice asked her as she mindlessly listened to Pete singing in front of everyone. Beside her, Carly nudged her slightly, pouting her lips at Pete, who was singing his heart out as he looked at Sam from across the room.
Sam tried to listen to what he was singing to her. She wanted to laugh at the irony of it all, as he chose to sing Running Away by A.M. Sam didn’t know if the world was mocking her—or if it was just reminding her of what she was trying to forget. Because sitting across the room, just behind Pete, was none other than Fredward Benson, staring at her intently.
As their eyes met, cerulean clashed with chocolate iris. Suddenly, Sam could hear it perfectly—the words of the song, echoing, as if reminding her of what she was running away from.