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CHAPTER 56
As if the tension between Sebastian and I wasn't bad enough, now we have the fact of more people knowing about us kissing to make it worse.
It's currently the next morning. I'm packing my things, as are Lucas, Sarah and Sebastian. We finally leave this afternoon, back to L.A.; back home. I guess I can reflect on what I've learned or what I've accomplished during my stay here, but it would take too long to list. I know now that I do have feelings for Sebastian, and I also know that Garrett has a target set on my head, but he's being really quiet about things, which makes having this said target even worse; I could be shot any moment—metaphorically or literally.
When all of my things are packed in their bags, I sit on the edge of the bed. Somehow, I manage to only think about everything I haven't been able to accomplish: Sebastian still didn't get the closure he needed with his family, Sebastian didn't get the publicity he was meant to get
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