I thought I finally found someone whosawme.
“Just promise me one thing?” He asks. “If he somehow finds you on campus or something, just hear him out? If you guys talked, you might understand the whole story. That night, it wasn’t what you thought, Claire and Davis told—“
“Stop.” I slam my eyes shut, “please Lucas, I don’t want to talk about what happened. The why is irrelevant, he told me we were over, and ran out to go chase after another girl.”
Don’t cry, Sasha. It’s not worth it.
“But-“
“No, I’m done talking about this. There’s no point.”
It’s weird being in this house without him here.
His bedroom is upstairs, a place I’ve slept countless times, and a space I felt safe in.
My nerves feel like they’re on fire.
But he’s not here. He and all the guys are out at the bars, and Lucas promised me he’d let me know when they’re on their way so one of the girls could drive me home.
It’s all going to be okay.
“How the hell are they going to kill him!” Steph yells at the TV, throwing popcorn at the screen. “He totally could have made it out of there.”
Claire giggles, “yeah, but the whole point is his death gives the team a reason to keep fighting.”
“I still think it’s dumb, he’s arguably the best one.”
I pull the blanket closer to my chest, trying to fight the chill I’ve had for the last three hours. They keep this house fucking cold.
“Do you want a pair of sweatpants or something?” Claire asks me, “you look like you’re about to freeze to death.”
When I showed up in shorts and a tank top, I did not think that I’d be sitting in an ice box.
“Is that okay?” I ask, “I can survive with the blanket, it’s not a big deal.”
Steph rolls her eyes, “just go grab clothes from Claire’s closet. I’m tired of feeling you shiver next to me.”
“Seriously, go ahead, Sash” Claire confirms.
When I make it to the stairs, I hear Steph call out from the couch, “and don’t puke all over the bathroom this time!”
“That happened once!” I yell over my shoulder.
Seriously, a girl gets drunk one time and all of a sudden she’s labelled for life.
I have to admit though, it is a little funny looking back at it. I was in such a rush to get out of there that I didn’t even notice the bathroom.
Picturing the guys cleaning up my puke makes me laugh. I hope Lucas and Blair were gagging the whole time.
It takes everything in me not to automatically go to Johnny’s room. I have to fight the habit, and that heartache I’ve been trying to ignore punches me in the chest.
All I want to do is crawl into his bed and sleep with him wrapped around me.
Sleeping with him was the best sleep I’ve had in years.
But I manage to force my feet towards Claire’s room instead, and push all thoughts of Johnny Davis out of my mind before it can eat me alive.
Her room still looks the same as every other time I’ve been here, the same bright colours everywhere, the same organized chaos, the bookshelves filled with adventures and love stories.
