My stomach sinks like a rock.
Love: Lacey Mattson, really? Fuck you, Xavier. Fuck you.
It feels like a truck, two buses, and a wrecking ball just slammed into me all at once.
No, no, fuck.
The door…
It was her, wasn’t it?
Love’s the one who came in while we…
Fuuuuuuuck.
Lacey isn’t Love. She never was. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and my dumb ass assumed…
Now that I think about it, Lacey doesn’t even have a tattoo.
Dumb. Fucking. Idiot.
“What’s wrong? Come here.” Lacey takes my face in her hands for another kiss, but I dodge her lips and propel her hands off me. Operating on autopilot, I swing Finn’s bedroom door open and bolt down the stairs without looking back.
I tear through the first floor in minutes, searching for Love, which, granted, is probably pointless seeing as I have no idea what she looks like.
My leading criteria is a sad girl.
Or an angry girl—my angry girl.
I just need one clue.
As expected, I come up empty-handed.
I text her back faster than my fingers allow.
Zac: Fuck. Love, you have to believe me, this is NOT what it looks like. I thought she was you.
Zac: Just tell me where you are. Please.
Zac: Love?
Ten minutes go by.
No answer.
The messages never deliver.
That’s weird?
In a moment of panic, I tap her contact icon and give her a call. If there’s the tiniest chance that I can salvage this, I have to try. It doesn’t even ring. Just goes directly to voicemail.
That’s how I know I’m never going to get an answer, no matter how many times I apologize. I might not know Love in real life, but I know a thing or two about girls. And there isn’t a single doubt in my mind…
Love just blocked me.
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Aveena