“What do you mean,why?” he said, not even looking up as he kept typing.
“I mean… do you think that’s a good idea? Maybe it will just upset him more? He must’ve seen you or heard you coming, if you saw him. But… he closed the door, so—”
“Yeah, he saw me,” he growled. He looked at me, and I kind of shriveled at the look on his face. I wasn’t even sure if it was really directed at me or what, but it didn’t feel good. “He saw mefuckingyou.”
“Xander…”
He looked at his phone again and kept typing.
“What are you texting—?”
“I’m telling him I’m leaving.”
“What?” I got to my feet.
And that’s when I noticed he had his shoes on. Why did he have shoes on?
My feet were bare.
“Why?” I said, when he didn’t respond.
He finally sent his message or whatever and tucked his phone away. “So he knows I didn’t just go right back out there and keep fucking you.”
I just stood there, my mouth kind of hanging open. It felt like he’d slapped me in the face or something. I knew he was upset about Cary maybe seeing what we were just doing—dear fucking God, I couldn’t even think about that.
But I didn’t know what to say.
What could I say?
“Maybe… do you think we should use the emergency key?” I asked him, desperate to make him stay. “Go in there and talk to him?”
“Yeah, it’s a little late for that,” he snapped. “Shit.” He turned away and made a frustrated, growling noise. “Fuck!”
Then he kicked the wall.
Then he walked right out the front door and slammed it behind himself.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Xander
Iwas fucking depressed. Or something.
Cary wasn’t talking to me. That much was pretty fucking clear.
It had been two days, and I hadn’t heard back from him.
I’d called him, messaged him like a hundred times.
Nothing.
Courteney had called me like a hundred times, but I didn’t pick up. I couldn’t talk to her like this.
I should’ve just left her alone in the first place.
Probably.
I couldn’t stand to be home, alone, in my apartment, for another night. Calling Cary and getting no answer.
