She flinched, and I turned to look at her. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her I knew.
“He’s an asshole,” she murmured.
“Really?” I scoffed.
“What?” she looked at me, guarded.
I huffed out a laugh and looked beyond her into the woods, towards the willow tree where we used to lie together, holding each other. I would listen while she came up with her crazy plans for the four of us, content to just have her in my arms.
“What?” she asked again with more snap in her tone.
“Are we doing this?” I asked.
“Doing what?” Her brows lowered in confusion.
“Fuck.”
I ran a hand through my hair. I thought about walking away, but then decided I would not do that this time.
“Fuck it,” I turned and took a step toward her, let the anger come out. “I wasn’t totally to blame for that night, Waverley. You need to take some responsibility.”
“Ineed to take responsibility?” she glared at me, an incredulous look on her face.
“Yes, it was because of what you did that I even came back here and fucked that girl.”
She looked at me, dumbfounded at the abrupt change in topic. My anger spiked even further. How could she be acting like she hadn’t been the one that started this? I was not taking the blame. Not a fucking chance in hell.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about?” she said, but her fists balled at her side, and she looked nervous.
Guilty as hell. I couldn’t understand why she was denying this.
“I saw you!” I yelled at her.
“Saw me?” she asked, one hand going up to the top of her t-shirt, bunching it in her hand.
“You and Reinhart.” Even in the dark, I saw her blanch. “Just admit it, Waverley. You did it first.”
“Oh my God,” she staggered back from me, and grabbed her head.
She looked as if she was going to be sick. I almost took a step toward her, but I couldn’t.
“You were there?” she looked at me, her voice quiet. “You saw?”
“Yes,” I spat. “I saw everything.”
Her legs collapsed underneath her and for a second, I had no idea what was going on. It destroyed me when I saw what she had done all those years ago. It had pierced right through my soul, but this didn’t seem right. She looked on the verge of a breakdown.
“King cancelled the run, so I came to the hotel, and I saw you. I. Saw. You. Getting into the car with him. With that fucking asshole who’d spent four years calling us all trash.”
“Oh God,” she breathed out.
I thought it would shock her to find out I was there, that I had seen what happened. But this was weird. Waverley wasn’t the meek and mild type. I expected her to lose her shit and shout at me now she was putting two and two together. Finally, figuring out this was all her fault. Not mine.
Then she retched hard and vomited on the floor, clutching at her stomach.
“Shit,” I stepped towards her and pulled her hair back away from her face.
The scent of vomit made my stomach turn. She was drunker than I thought.
