Nothing has changed.
Except everything.
I rummage through a stack of clothes, finally finding a hoodie and sweatpants. The second I put them on, I feel infinitely better. They’re warm and soft and—
The front door slams.
I freeze in place.
There’s mens voices.
“What are you guys doing back?” I hear Claire ask.
She knows Lucas was supposed to text me.
I grab my phone from Claire’s bed, frantically trying to see if I missed a text, but I didn’t. There’s nothing.
That mother fucker.
He did this on purpose.
I swear to god when I get my hands on Lucas St. James, I’m going to fucking throttle him.
“Miller had a few too many,” August sighs, “we called it early.”
“I’m going to go upstairs and change. I’ll be back down in a sec. Save me some popcorn, Clarity.”
Fuck.
Johnny has to walk past Claire’s room to get to his. I can’t leave without him seeing me, and I can’t wait for him to get into his room because he’ll hear me.
I’m so screwed.
Nope, I’m going to make a run for it.
I wait until I hear him close his door, and then book it down the hallway as fast as I can.
Everyone is sitting in the living room when I get down there, and my eyes instantly lock on Lucas. “You are such a dick,” I hiss.
He feigns confusion, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Tears burn the back of my eyes, “fuck you, Lu.”
I know he’s doing what he thinks is best, for both Johnny and I, but this is mean. I told them I didn’t want to see him, I told them I wanted to move on, and he’s still doing it anyway.
“Sasha!” Miller slurs, “it’s been so long, where have you been?”
My face softens. “Hi, I’m sorry I haven’t been around much.”
I mean it. I miss Miller, August and Blair too, but none of them have reached out to me. I assumed they were pissed, but by the way they’re all looking at me right now, I think I was wrong.
“You should come around more often,” Blair smiles, “we miss having you.”
“I know, I miss you guys too. I have to go though, before-“
“Sasha?”
My heart stops, like it actually stops beating for a second when I hear him say my name.
