“Are you high?” Nix narrowed his eyes.
“That’s none of your business.”
“What the fuck, Birdie? You get high now? Is that what was wrong with you at the fair? Were you—”
“Stop. Just stop.” I held up my hand, panting. “What I do with my life is none of your business, Nix. If you aren’t going to leave, we will.” I marched over to the water tank, ready to shout for Celeste and Miles to come down, but Nix grabbed my arm.
“Can we talk?”
“Talk?” I scoffed. “What could we possibly have to say to each other?”
“Birdie, come on… please?”
Tell him no. Just tell him no and leave. Leave, Harleigh.
But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t say the words.
Instead, I said nothing. I did nothing as his hand slipped into mine and he started tugging me toward the trees.