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"It is your fault she left." Quinn's says as he speeds up on the highway. He's driving like a suicidal maniac.

I grasp the truck's door. I am not ready to die even though I have nothing to live for.

"Will you slow down," I shout at him.

"Was it the attention you wanted?"

"Am the last person who would want publicity. I have more to lose than you may think."

"But still went ahead to be here."

Why is everyone blaming me? He is the one that came and kissed me, on the hallway. Where anyone could see us. Then a thought pops into my head, "You sub-consciously wanted us to be caught." I say.

That makes him slow down, "Why would I want that?"

"Because you wanted to sabotage your engagement," I answer.

He scoffs, "Why, because of you?"

I wish, "No, Because you didn't want it."

He brushes me off, "You think you know me, but you don't." He halts in front of a Bar. It looks filthy from the outside.

"I thought you were taking me home."

"You thought, I didn't say so." With that, he hops off the