It’s too late.
“I need you to go,” he says.
My breath catches in my lungs.
I look up at him, searching his eyes for anger, sadness—I’ll take any emotion—but what I see is… emptiness. Pure and total emptiness. It’s like I can physically feel him shutting me out. Closing himself off to me all over again.
“W-What?” I say even though I heard him loud and clear.
“You heard me. I need you to go. Get out of here.”
“Wait, Will, I’m sorry, I just…” My voice cracks. “I just wanted you to let me in.”
“This was a mistake.” He shakes his head. “Go.”
It feels as though there’s a piece of glass lodged in my throat.
“What was a mistake?” My heart swells with pain, and I manage to whisper a shaky “Us?”
He smacks his lips together, tasting the words wanting out of his mouth, fighting an impulse, fighting himself. Finally, he inhales.
“Just go. Please. I can’t deal with this right now.”
“But your mom. She needs help. I—”
“I said fucking go!” He yells so loud I jump back a step.
Will has never really yelled at me before. He’s yelled around me, but never at me. But, right now, he’s had enough. And I’m to blame. He’s right. I need to go.
So, I do.
I nod, cursing the tears forming in my eyes, and walk away. He watches as I trail toward my car. As if he’s making sure that I’m leaving. Like he doesn’t trust me anymore.
I don’t know that I trust me either.
I’m back into my mom’s car within seconds, and as I drive off, I wonder if he was right.
If this was a mistake…
Kassidy
Five days later
“Kass, so help me God, you check your phone one more time, I’m taking it away,” Morgan snaps, interrupting my obsessing with a threat I have no doubt she’ll follow up on.
“Sorry, I’m done,” I promise and power off my phone. I sure wish I could give my feelings the same treatment. How handy would that be?
Heart status: out of order until further notice.
Morgan does have a point. We’re supposed to be having a girls’ night. No boys allowed—not even Ethan. Too bad the blond intruder in my head didn’t get the memo.
It’s been five days since I put my nose where it didn’t belong. Five unbearable days since Will broke up with me—well, I think he broke up with me? Truth is, I have no idea where we stand, but if his radio silence tells me anything, it’s that we’re not in a good place. I haven’t seen him at school once. And I must’ve apologized twenty times.
He hasn’t answered any of my texts.
Not that I deserve any less.
Winter and Kendrick are still MIA, away on a last-minute trip to Canada—or so my mother say