When I scrolled across that photo of Tyler with his arms wrapped around Rachel at 2 AM, I nearly shattered my phone against the wall. That bastard—maintaining our "just scratching an itch" arrangement while wooing her with soulmate bullshit?

With anger burning through my veins and my skin flushing hot, I stormed off to the jazz bar determined to expose him. 

But who could have guessed that in the middle of this dramatic showdown, I'd discover the truth about Seth—the one secretly marking up my sheet music, the one who decked Tyler for me? 

Maybe this gut-wrenching betrayal was actually the universe's twisted way of pointing me toward something real.

When My FWB Stabs Me In The Back

Selena
Three days had passed since that sweet night.
I stood in the concert hall of the New York Academy of Arts, brilliant lights casting their glow on every excited face. Tonight was the academy's annual music gala, and all the students had dressed up for the occasion.
Seth stood beside me in a...

Chapter 7