Old Dreams No Return (Serena) novel Chapter 4

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Tiffany’s smugness was practically oozing off her.

After a few more rounds, Tiffany lost again.

This time, her dare was to sit on a guy’s lap and complete a specific task.

Tiffany didn’t even hesitate, her eyes immediately darting back to Liam.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I shot up, muttered something about needing the restroom to my friend, and practically sprinted out of that suffocating private room.

I hid in the restroom, splashing cold water on my face again and again, but the tears just kept coming, mixing with the water. It took forever to get myself somewhat together. I just wanted to go home.

As I turned the corner down the hall, I heard familiar voices coming from the patio. It was Liam and his closest buddies.

“Liam, dude, wasn’t that a bit much back there? Serena looked ghost-white. Aren’t you gonna go check on her?”

“Check on her?”

He scoffed, a cold sound. “So she can break up with me again in a few days? Am I a glutton for punishment?”

“True… it’s your own fault for spoiling her, though. She’d always pull the breakup card.

Maybe this is a good chance for her to finally learn her lesson.”

Exactly. Once classes start at NYU, she’ll be in a new city, won’t know anyone. She’ll definitely come crawling back.

Then you just throw her a bone, and she’ll beg for you back. After this, she won’t dare threaten to break up with you again. Perfect.

Standing outside the door, every drop of blood in me turned to ice. My hands and feet went completely numb with cold.

So, in his eyes, all those times I tried to break up with him, all that pain and disappointment? It was just me ‘throwing a tantrum,’ just ‘a way to manipulate him.’

And his ‘lesson’ for me? To humiliate me in front of everyone by kissing another girl! I silently turned and walked away, down the stairs.

The summer night wind brushed against me, but it was so cold it made me tremble.

As I walked, memories flashed through my mind like a silent film.

There was a time when, if I so much as frowned, he’d get all anxious, asking if I was feeling unwell.

Back then, girls would constantly try to give him love letters. He’d always refuse them without even glancing, then come straight to me, looking for praise. “Rennie,” he’d boast, “I rejected another one today, all on my own. Praise me!”

I’d gotten so used to his kindness, to him treating me like I was his one-of-a-kind treasure.

When did it all change? It started the day Tiffany showed up.

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