Some days, I didn’t know how I’d survived without her. But I was a fighter. A survivor. I didn’t need Harleigh or Cherri or anyone else except my best friends and my plans to make it through senior year.
“Yo, Nix, where’d you go just now?” Zane asked.
“Nowhere.”
“Don’t do it to yourself, man. It isn’t worth it.”
I didn’t need to tell him what I’d been thinking because he knew.
He always fucking knew.
“Yeah, I know.” I sighed, running a hand over my head and down the back of my neck. “Sometimes, it hits me.”
Even after nine fucking months, it didn’t hurt any less.
“Are you going to intervene in that, or should I?” Zane tipped his head toward Kye and an irate Chloe.
Muttering a curse under my breath, I headed in their direction. “Clo,” I said.
“Oh, hey, Nix. Can we—”
“No, Chloe.” Kye leveled her with a death stare. “I said let me handle it.”
“Handle what?”
“Nothing, man. Come on, let’s get another drink and chill. It’s not important.”
“He’d want to know, asshole.”
“Chloe Mirabelle Carter, I swear to God—”
“Want to know what?” My brows pinched as I glanced between them. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“He deserves to know.” Pity glinted in Chloe’s eyes.
My heart kicked up a gear, crashing against my rib cage, and I knew… fucking knew whatever she was about to say would change everything.
I hadn’t realized how much five little words would rock me to the core until I heard them.
“She’s back, Nix. Harleigh’s back.”