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     I should stop obsessing over him. Hating him. But he used me. Not just for the cheap thrill of seducing me, but also to get close to my dad. Coming to Dad’s studio, convincing him to record him, and then getting him to put in a good word with the record company proved what a snake Damien is. He never even asked to see me. Jackass. I throw the poster aside, refusing to stare at his perfect abs any longer. It lands on the floor.

     The tour bus jerks again, and gravity throws me to the floor, where I land on top of the poster. Damien’s frosty green eyes stare back at me.         Why is the universe torturing me?

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