And the final straw was the night she’d come to my apartment and shoved me. Shoved me so hard that my back had hit the wall and she’d pointed in my face and said, “You’ll regret this.”
I did.
One
The most dangerous drug I know has a heartbeat.
—Boone’s secret thoughts
Boone
Present day
Have you ever seen something you wanted so badly that you thought “I’d kill to have that?”
“Are you even listening to me, Bartholomew?”
Even if she’d said my name like a curse, it was still better than not hearing it at all.
Not to mention, she was the only one who could get away with using my given name without me getting irrationally angry.
She was the thing I’d kill for. The person I’d die for. The person that I’d lie, cheat, and steal for. She was THE person. Yet, she looked at me like I’d ruined her world.
And I guess I had.
It was my fault that I hadn’t believed her.
It was also my fault that I didn’t fight harder for her.
There were years of bitterness between us. There were things I couldn’t change. There were things that I wouldn’t change.
I was a different person than the one she left behind at sixteen.
Smarter, I would say.
Scarier.
More jaded.
More fucked up than anyone even knew.
“I’m listening,” I promised. “I’m just not caring.”
That was a lie.
I cared a whole lot about her.
Yet, she would never believe me if I told her that.
She sighed. “Come on, Bart. You can just take me home.”
“You don’t have a home.”
She paused. “I have an apartment.”
I looked at her. “What?”
“The one your dad gave me. I still use it,” she murmured softly.
