“Okay.”
“Okay? That’s it?” He laughs, but he’s not amused. “Just admit you’re jealous, Willa.”
“Jealous?” The laugh that bursts out of me is barely human, and I pull away from his grip. “Is that what you want me to be? Is that the game we’re playing right now? Because you’re the one who looked ready to kill that guy for touching me. Areyoujealous, Dean?”
“He doesn’t get to fucking touch you.”
“Why not? I’m not your girl. You don’t do relationships, remember?”
“Oh yeah, I fucking remember. And why do you think that is?”
Because of me.
This is all because of me.
But I can’t change it, and I can’t take it back. All I can do is live in this reality, hating the monsters I made us.
“What are we doing?” I mumble more to myself than to him.
Dean shakes his head, not answering as he tucks his hands into his pockets. Doing the same thing he did back then, not fighting for us. Giving me what I wanted, like he does with everyone in his life now. And I can’t stand it.
Anger bubbles in my chest. I can’t hold it back. I’m on the verge of breaking, and I just want to pull him over this ledge with me. I want him to admit that I’m not the only one stuck in the past, so we can take a step forward.
Which is why I find myself continuing to push. “Why did you call me your woman?”
“It slipped out.”
“So it didn’t mean anything?”
He drags his hand through his hair, avoiding my gaze. “What do you want me to say?”
“I want you to answer the question.”
“So you can turn me down again? We’ve already been down this road, Willa. You’re the good girl, and I’m the fuckup your family hates. Heck, I’m the fuckupmyfamily hates. Nothing’s changed.”
“Everything’s changed.” I force my chin up. “And I’m not a good girl.”
“Sure you aren’t.”
“You aren’t the only one who moved on with your life and grew up, Dean.”
“Says the girl always playing it safe.”
My fists clench. “Just because I’m not recklessly throwing my life around doesn’t mean I’m completely innocent.”
“Okay.” He huffs out a laugh, not believing me.
"You think I can't let loose? You think I can't be bad?"
"Can you?" His tone is a challenge, and I’m feeling just brave enough right now to accept it.
“Fine.” I take a step back, narrowing my gaze.
“What are you doing, Willa?” He watches me take another step.
“Giving you what you want,Chaos.” My glare is vicious. “You aren’t the only one of us who has changed. You want me to prove it, then this is on you.”
Spinning, I walk toward the stage, not caring how many people are here.
