“I don’t give a shit. I’ll take my motorcycle and leave the truck for Lo and you.”
“I can’t let you leave upset like this,” Micah tells him. “You’re not in the right frame of mind. It’s dangerous.”
“Who’s going to stop me?”
Micah steps in his way.
“I don’t want to fight you, man,” says Saint.
“You’re going to have to.”
“Stop, you have never fought each other, so don’t start now,” says Lo.
Saint swings at Micah, who ducks to avoid the hit. Micah swings back, striking Saint in the jaw, causing him to fall to the ground. Saint trips Micah, and he falls to the ground, too. They start rolling around, hitting each other.
“Stop this!” I yell, crying uncontrollably. “You’re best friends. Don’t do this to each other.”
“We’ll all leave tonight,” says Lo.
A few hours ago, I was so happy, but now my world has shattered. They stop fighting. Micah stands first then helps Saint to his feet.
“Fine but grab my stuff. I’m not going back inside that house. I want out of this fucking town, and away from her.” Saint points at me.
“I love you, Saint.”
“Shut the fuck up, Cocoa! Just shut the fuck up!” He yells before walking down the road.
Lo goes into the house to get their stuff.
“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” I tell Micah.
Micah gives me a hug. “I know, just give him some time. He doesn’t mean what he’s saying. He’s just hurt.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Lo comes out of the house with their belongings. Micah ends our embrace, walking over to grab the bags from Lo.
“I know you don’t feel that way about Saint, but why that asshole, Cocoa?” asks Lo.
“I don’t know. Part of me hates him, but I want him, too. I know that doesn’t make sense.”
“It makes perfect sense. You want the one person that you shouldn’t. It’s the thrill, the forbidden.” Lo gives me a tight hug.
“I wish we had more time to spend together. You guys drove all this way. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay, come to Los Angeles soon. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
My heart breaks as I watch the truck disappear down the dirt road.
John is in my face as soon as I step through the kitchen door from the garage, holding his cell phone.
“Maverick, this has gone too far.”
“Leave me the fuck alone John.” I move to walk past him.
