Chapter 439: Vivid Dreams, Part 2

Trent sighed with frustration, gave Whitney a quick kiss, then smiled at her in that special way I thought had always been reserved just for me. He could've jabbed a knife through my heart and it would've hurt less than seeing him smile at her like that.

He stood, slipped on a pair of shorts, then approached me. "Look, Chloe, what you and I had. . . it was fun, but we both knew it was never going to work."

"You don't mean that," I said, voice shaking.

"Don't make this awkward," he said with a shake of his head, giving me the one look I hated above all else - pity. "Just. . . go away, okay? That will be easier for all of us."

"Noooo!" I shouted and jerked upright in bed. My hands were curled into tight fists, and my pajamas clung to my sweaty body.

The dresser drawers rattled and then flung open, crashing to the floor with a deafening crack, our clothes flying in all directions. The lights in the room flickered, the bulbs cracking and sizzling before bursting with loud pops.