“No. We’re done, Tristan.” She grabbed her purse and faced me. “Last night really brought home for me how broken we are, and I think it’s time we call it.”
“We’re not fuckin’ done, Olivia.”
“You can think that as long as you don’t make this harder than it is, okay?” she said. “Just give me some space, please.”
“You’ve got two days to pull your head outta your ass, then I’m comin’ to you. Got it?”
“Tris—”
“Two days, Olivia.”
I turned and walked out the door, not realizing it was going to be a hell of a lot longer than two days, and I’d be pretty close to losin’ my mind, by the time I finally got her back.
Olivia
Aknock sounded at my door and I peeked through the peephole and sighed. Pulling open the door, I forced a smile. “Hi, Jazz. Everything okay?”
“No, everything isnotokay,” she snapped, walking inside without permission. “You’re not returning my calls or texts and it’s the sip and see today, so I’m here to collect you.”
“I’m not going.”
“Um, yeah, you are.”
I twisted the hem of one of Doc’s Army sweatshirts in my fingers. I’d worn one every day since we’d broken up, which was probably not the healthiest thing to do, but it gave me comfort. “Jazz, I can’t see him.”
“Well, it’s a good thing he’s not going to be there, then,” she said. “So, go put on something cute and be quick about it.”
“Why is he not going to be there?”
“Because he didn’t want you to miss it.”
I pressed my hand to my chest, the pain almost too much to bear. God, I hated this. It had been a little over a week since I’d cut ties with Doc and I’d heard nothing from him. No texts, no emails. Nothing. Jazz, Lyric, and Willow had sent a steady barrage of communication, but I’d responded to very few. Even Sage, Grinder’s daughter, had tried to reach out. But I ignored them all.
“What is going on with you two?” Jasmine asked, her tone softer.
I filled her in on the Bonnie situation and Jasmine let out a quiet whistle. “Cunt.”
