She grabs onto my arm, pulling my hand away from my face. “I guess I have been a shitty friend too,” she mutters softly. “But damn, it feels good to get it off my chest.”
I bark out a laugh. “Oh, I’m so glad you feel better.”
She gives me a sympathetic look. “Maybe…maybe it wasn’t smart to befriend my ex I still have feelings for.”
I drop my hand, squeezing hers. “Yeah, maybe not.”
“I won’t tell the Dean about Flux kissing your cheek. You’re right. That’s a little melodramatic of me.” She laughs lightly.
I scratch the back of my neck. “I’m starting to realize how easy it is to get the wrong message.”
She nods her head before her eyebrows pinch together. “So…what now?”
I breath out a heavy breath, looking back at empty classrooms, and then back to Katelyn. “I think…I think I’m going home.”
“For the weekend?”
“No.” I give her a sad look, shaking my head. “No, I think it’s time for me to go home for good.”
***
I throw my phone down in my passenger seat and sigh heavily.
Switching my classes to online for next semester was easier than I expected. After meeting with my academic advisor earlier this week, we figured out a way to keep the majority of my classes the same.
Of course, my chat with Flux turned into a lengthy conversation. I thanked her for the time, love, and support she’s shown me since the semester started. She was sad to see me go but understood after I promised I’d still come in and visit.
I can only be thankful that we ended on such a great note. And she insisted on keeping my presentation as a model for the students.
Am I sad to leave? I wish I could say I was.
But truthfully, I’ve wanted to come home before I even left.
I didn’t need to come here. I didn’t do this for myself and at the end of the day, it only backfired.
My grades are mediocre and my friend’s situation is abysmal.
My life is back in Goderich.
My home is a pair of blue ocean eyes, and a warm solid chest.
Everything else will figure itself out.
Right now, I need to be home.
Right now, I need Tobias.
I want to be angry with him for not picking up my calls but I guess I deserve the silent treatment. I walked out on him when he needed me. I made a mistake and I regret it. I never wanted to leave him like that but my jealousy blinded me.
I squeeze the steering wheel in my hand as I replay Gabe’s hand rubbing his back.
That’smyback. Mine.
And I’m going to do whatever I can to get it back.
He deserves someone fighting for him. And I need that someone to be me.
I’ve only got five hours of this drive to think about what I did, and how I’m going to make it up to him.
