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Chapter Fourteen
Maya's POV Shit! I sank back in my seat, absorbed in my stream of thoughts as the door snapped shut. I despised any misunderstanding with Damon, but then again, I believed it was weird he was so upset. It was just a party and drunk or not, he should have been more concerned about my well-being. I wondered if he even cared about my hangover or if I got jumped at the party. He was just concerned about protecting his image no matter the cost. "But he should be concerned about his reputation," my thought slipped out, betraying me and my ego. "After all, he has more to lose than you do." No. I would be more concerned about him if it happened to be the other way around. And I had more to lose, I did. "You wanted something serious with him, yet, you're treating everything like a joke. Y
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