“You have to admit, what Wes did last night was pretty cool,” Greta said, sitting at the table across from, gripping her coffee cup.
“Really? It’s all for show. He couldn’t care less about the school and the students.”
“I don’t know about that, Sam. Finn told me that he had no idea Wes was going to do that.”
“I don’t care. And I don’t want to talk about him anymore.”
“You heard what he said. I do believe that was directed toward you.” She smiled.
“No. That was him talking out of his ass to make himself look good.”
“I don’t know, Sam. Finn said he’s been a miserable prick the last couple of weeks.”
“Good.” I smiled and got up to pour another cup of coffee.
Zoey emerged from her room. “Hey, Mom. I’m going to hang out with Maya and a few of the girls. I’ll be homelater.”
“Okay. Be safe.”
“I will.”
Weston
I was sitting in my study, doing some work, when I heard a knock at the door. Getting up, I walked over, opened it, and froze when I saw Zoey standing there.
“We need to talk.” She pushed past me. Apparently, it was a Hollis family trait. “Wow. Look at this place.” Her eyes scanned the space.
“Zoey, does your mom know you’re here?” I asked, closing the door.
“Nope.” She stared at me.
“Let’s go into the living room.” I gestured. “You know, that’s my line.”
“What is?”
“The whole ‘we need to talk’ thing.”
“Well, you lost your talking privileges when you ended things with my mom over text.”
She got straight to the point, just like her mother. This was going to be interesting.
“Zoey,” I sighed.
“No.” She held up her hand. “No speeches, Wes. You looked directly at my mom when you said success didn’t matter if you had no one to share it with. Which, by the way, was totally annoying, yet romantic.”
I ran my hand down my face. “Zoey?—”
“And then you just walked away. Do you have any idea how sad she’s been? She’s trying really hard to act like she’s okay, but she isn’t.”
And neither was I. I stood there and listened as she continued her rant.
“You know, I used to think adults had everything figured out.”
I breathed out a laugh. “We definitely don’t.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” she said. “And by the way. You look terrible.”
“Thank you.”
