his motorcycle when he spots me. His body tenses but he stands there and
waits for me to approach him. As I get closer, I see that his face is free of
bruises or cuts. Evidently he'd sent someone else to do his dirty work.
“How could
you?” I demand accusingly as I pause in front of him.
His eyes
narrow with irritation. “He couldn't wait to go running to you, could he?”
“It wasn't
like that,” I say defensively. “He was in the kitchen and I asked about the
bruise on his jaw. And by the way, he claims he got in a fight at the Grill
breaking up another fight. He never said your name but I know you well enough
to know you were behind it.”
“No one gets
away with the shit he pulled yesterday,” he says coldly.
“So you go
after a deaf guy?”
“Who's your
fucking boyfriend, Blayre? Him or me?”
“Last time I
checked it was you, but at this point I'm beginning to have second thoughts.”
“Yeah? Who's
been lying to me all this time?” he counters back. “That would be you .”
“Because I
knew you'd act like this! It was just a kiss and I told you already, he kissed me. I pulled back and told him I have a boyfriend.”
“If I am
supposedly so important to you, you wouldn't be defending him over me right
now, would you?” he challenges.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously,”
he mimics tauntingly.
I glare at
him. “You sent someone after my deaf housemate. What part of that doesn't sound messed up to you? Of course I am going to defend him! He didn't do
anything wrong but try to protect me in his own home.”
“Typical,
Blayre. Defending everyone else but me,” he says darkly before he turns and
walks away from me.
“That's all
I ever do is defend your ass to every single person in my life! I'm dizzy from
riding your bipolar roller coaster!” I shout after him.
All this
does is earn me the finger from him—of course he flips me off over his shoulder
rather than face me—which earns me some interested glances from the few
students that have arrived late for school.
I'm left
glaring at his back as I stand there. One of these days, it is going to be me
walking away from him . If I could just work up the nerve to do it and
mean it. Cole was like an addiction. I couldn't seem to let him go.
My phone
chimes in my pocket and I pull it out and glance at the text message.
NOAH: We're
going to have a talk tonight about that asshole you call a boyfriend.
I sigh and
slip my phone in my pocket. What was it going to take for me to end it with
Cole? He's killed someone and he's hit me. What next? I'm stupid if I stick
around to wait and find out but it's also not that easy to let him go. We both
had a hand in that robbery and if we split up, would we just go our separate
ways and take the secret to our grave? Somehow, I don't think breaking up with
Cole would be that easy.
***
When I get
home after school, I actually sit down at the dining room table and spread my
homework out across it. Cole's ignoring me completely and with Paige gone, I
literally have nothing to do now during my free time. After being dragged into
the counselor's office this afternoon to be warned that I was failing four of
my classes and was teetering on the edge of not being able to graduate, I
figure I better start trying to turn my grades around.
With a sigh,
I glance at the scattered books and papers across the table before glancing out
the patio doors longingly. It's sunny out and I'm tempted to work outside but
that would be too distracting. I hate homework with a passion. I'm not
stupid but wasn't thrilled to be putting my brain to use doing stuff that I
likely wouldn't need in the future. It wasn't like I was going to college or
anything.
I pick up my
pen and tap it on the table as I fidget and try to concentrate on my paper
about Macbeth . It's hard to ignore temptation though, especially with
the birds chirping cheerfully outside.
After
another sigh, I drop the pen and rise to my feet. The sliding glass door
waits for me to approach him. As I get closer, I see that his face is free of
bruises or cuts. Evidently he'd sent someone else to do his dirty work.
“How could
you?” I demand accusingly as I pause in front of him.
His eyes
narrow with irritation. “He couldn't wait to go running to you, could he?”
“It wasn't
like that,” I say defensively. “He was in the kitchen and I asked about the
bruise on his jaw. And by the way, he claims he got in a fight at the Grill
breaking up another fight. He never said your name but I know you well enough
to know you were behind it.”
“No one gets
away with the shit he pulled yesterday,” he says coldly.
“So you go
after a deaf guy?”
“Who's your
fucking boyfriend, Blayre? Him or me?”
“Last time I
checked it was you, but at this point I'm beginning to have second thoughts.”
“Yeah? Who's
been lying to me all this time?” he counters back. “That would be you .”
“Because I
knew you'd act like this! It was just a kiss and I told you already, he kissed me. I pulled back and told him I have a boyfriend.”
“If I am
supposedly so important to you, you wouldn't be defending him over me right
now, would you?” he challenges.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously,”
he mimics tauntingly.
I glare at
him. “You sent someone after my deaf housemate. What part of that doesn't sound messed up to you? Of course I am going to defend him! He didn't do
anything wrong but try to protect me in his own home.”
“Typical,
Blayre. Defending everyone else but me,” he says darkly before he turns and
walks away from me.
“That's all
I ever do is defend your ass to every single person in my life! I'm dizzy from
riding your bipolar roller coaster!” I shout after him.
All this
does is earn me the finger from him—of course he flips me off over his shoulder
rather than face me—which earns me some interested glances from the few
students that have arrived late for school.
I'm left
glaring at his back as I stand there. One of these days, it is going to be me
walking away from him . If I could just work up the nerve to do it and
mean it. Cole was like an addiction. I couldn't seem to let him go.
My phone
chimes in my pocket and I pull it out and glance at the text message.
NOAH: We're
going to have a talk tonight about that asshole you call a boyfriend.
I sigh and
slip my phone in my pocket. What was it going to take for me to end it with
Cole? He's killed someone and he's hit me. What next? I'm stupid if I stick
around to wait and find out but it's also not that easy to let him go. We both
had a hand in that robbery and if we split up, would we just go our separate
ways and take the secret to our grave? Somehow, I don't think breaking up with
Cole would be that easy.
***
When I get
home after school, I actually sit down at the dining room table and spread my
homework out across it. Cole's ignoring me completely and with Paige gone, I
literally have nothing to do now during my free time. After being dragged into
the counselor's office this afternoon to be warned that I was failing four of
my classes and was teetering on the edge of not being able to graduate, I
figure I better start trying to turn my grades around.
With a sigh,
I glance at the scattered books and papers across the table before glancing out
the patio doors longingly. It's sunny out and I'm tempted to work outside but
that would be too distracting. I hate homework with a passion. I'm not
stupid but wasn't thrilled to be putting my brain to use doing stuff that I
likely wouldn't need in the future. It wasn't like I was going to college or
anything.
I pick up my
pen and tap it on the table as I fidget and try to concentrate on my paper
about Macbeth . It's hard to ignore temptation though, especially with
the birds chirping cheerfully outside.
After
another sigh, I drop the pen and rise to my feet. The sliding glass door
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