“We need to tell her the truth,” I say.
“She’s probably not even going to respond,” Riven points out. “Leila just watched her brothers get into a fight because of her, then watched you body check one of them into the glass. She’s either furious or confused, possibly both.”
He’s right, but that doesn’t stop me from typing.
Harry
We need to talk
I hit send before I can second-guess my actions. Jagger and Riven do the same, their messages appearing one after another in the group chat.
GlowStick
Please. Let us explain
Breadstick
We’re sorry. We need to see you
The three of us stand in the parking lot, staring at our phones, waiting for the three dots to show she’s typing, but they never come.
“She’s not going to answer,” Jagger finally says, shoving his phone back in his pocket. “Not tonight.”
“So what do we do?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.
“We wait,” Riven says. “We give her space to process. And then we find her tomorrow and tell her everything.”
“And if she won’t see us?”
Riven’s expression is unreadable. “We deal with that if it happens. But knowing her, she’ll want answers, or she may want to yell at us.”
He’s probably right. But as we head back to our cars, I can’t shake the image of her face pressed against the glass, tears running down her cheeks, looking at me like I’d shattered her entire world. Now I have to figure out how to put it back together.
SUNDAY
*GlowStick changed name to Jagger*
*Jagger changed Harry to Knox*
*Jagger changed Breadstick to Riven*
Jagger
Please answer us
Knox
We know you’re upset but we need to talk
Riven
At least let us know you’re okay
Jagger
Your brothers were out of line. We were out of line
Knox
