Then Sasha started in on me. Because of course I hadn’t gotten the message loud and clear already. Stopping her from kissing me for the yearbook photo ruined her once-in-a-lifetime-epic-moment-she’d-never-have-anything-like-again.
“Everyone thinks we broke up because of that stunt you pulled at Homecoming,” she whispered, somehow smiling and sneering at the same time.
“We did break up,” I whispered right back.
She hissed through her teeth like a snake.
“Look,” I whispered, leaning closer to keep it our business. “You know I wasn’t sayin’ shit, so it’s on you for tryin’ to kiss me.”
If she wanted to define the rest of her life around high school, I felt sorry for her. But only a little since she kept making remarks about my dick having issues. And you know, being completely delusional about us still dating.
How many more ways could I say it?
No hay un nosotros, Sasha.
Il n’y a pas de nous, Sasha.
Two years of Spanish and one semester of elective French weren’t enough either.
There is no us, Sasha.
When class ended, she left in a huff, swishing her long hair like a whip against me as she grabbed the nearest girl by the arm and stomped out of the room.
But that wasn’t the end. Nope.
As I walked through the row of desks to leave, Jack stepped out at the last second. He slung his bag over his shoulder, not only catching me off guard but clipping me with it.
I snapped, rising to defend myself as I should’ve with Sasha long before now.
“Watch it,” I barked.
Jack turned, his indifferent expression faltering for a second, confusing the situation even more, before he shut it down.
“Looks like you’re doing enough watching for the both of us,” he snarked.
“Huh?”
“Oh, that’s right.” Jack patted my shoulder and grinned, all sinister and sexy. “Forgot you have trouble talking.”
“No, that’s not—” I cut myself off because we weren’t in the right place for that discussion.
Jack chuffed a vicious laugh and stepped back. I hated the distance, even stepped forward to stop it from stretching any farther.
“Disappointing, Winters. After all this time, I thought you’d get better at slamming me.”
Obviously, he’d gotten better.
I sputtered for a response asslamminghim into those dusty shelves in the basement came to mind. That and the kiss that followed. I couldn’t think of anything else, and he kept backing up as I advanced. Something sparked in his eyes, and that cocky grin of his grew.
“Just keep looking since that’s all you got.”
Jack spun and marched out of the room. I raced after him, but in the hallway, he was shoulder to shoulder with Ty and getting farther from me. I stood there as he was swallowed by the crowd of other students, and never came up with anything to say.
All of that confusion and missed opportunity led me here. Still fucking Tuesday, and yet another bad decision.
Jack’s soccer game.
Oh, yeah, I’d made this call before, but since it wasTuesday, it had to be even worse.
