I said that. I really said that.
I used the c-word. I used the most horrific word that can’t be true at all. There’s no way,no way, it could be true.
It’s crazy. It’s insane.
It’s impossible.
But then… But then why was he kissing another girl?
Why has he been distracting me?
Why has he been acting so fucking strange?
“No.”
His answer is short and clipped.
And completely true.
I believe that. I can see the truth of it in his dark blue eyes, on his sharp angry features.
“Then why were you kissing her?” I ask with complete faith in his loyalty and complete confusion about the turn of events. “Why were you kissing someone who’s not your girlfriend?”
“Because I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“What?”
“Your sister and I are not together anymore.”
I think he punched me.
He did.
Because I feel jarred. I feel like I’ve been pushed out of my body and I’ve hit the wall behind me. The brick pillar that sort of makes this into a secluded corner.
Where I found him kissing a strange girl.
But he’s leaving now. He’s leaving this corner and walking away.
After punching me in the stomach with his words, he’s leaving and I don’t even have the energy to stop him.
To ask him what the fuck is he talking about?
Why would he say something like this?
My thoughts break when he stops and turns around to face me. “One last thing.”
I look at him strangely, barely able to breathe.
“Don’t ever let me catch you where you’re not supposed to be. Because when a student breaks a rule, it’s my obligation to report it to their assigned counselor. And I hear Mrs. Miller doesn’t take kindly to rule-breakers.”
My heart jumps. “What? How do you…”
“How do I know?” He shakes his head once, his lips tugging up on one side in a cold smile. “I’ll give you a hint.”
Then, his gaze drops low, lower, down to the ground.
Like a puppet, I follow the trail and realize he’s looking at my feet.
