This is even harder than telling Jupiter about the breakup.
As in how it happened and what I did.
I finally came clean to her at the library this afternoon. I would’ve come clean to Poe as well but she was at detention with the principal. But anyway, I told her what I did and then I told her what I’m going to do now. As in, my whole plan of getting my ex-boyfriend back.
She kinda wasn’t happy about it.
Especially when I told her what he did, back at the party. The kiss in the backyard. But the thing is that she doesn’t understand.
She doesn’t get how this is my responsibility.
How I need to fix Lucas because I was the one to break him.
Which means it doesn’t matter how hard this thing that I’m doing right this moment is, I have to suck it up and do it: Climbing over the fence in my dress and heeled sandals.
Well, low-heeled but heeled nonetheless.
Last night, this was much easier — even though I think I slipped a couple of times — but then I had a pair of jeans and sneakers on. As it is, I think I’m going to fall.
I am.
I have to face facts now. My heel’s stuck in the gap between the bricks. My hem’s stuck also. In or on something, and my grip on the wall is all slippery and sweaty. And even though it’s probably been only ten to twenty seconds since I’ve found myself in this position, I don’t think I can hold on much longer.
It’s okay though.
It’s fine.
It’s only a few feet above the ground so it’s not as if I’m going to die or get horribly injured. I should let the wall go now.
Oh God.
I’m scared. I’m fucking terrified.
Do it, Echo. Just do it.
You can’t hang here for the rest of the night.
Think about Lucas.
Okay.Okay.
For Lucas.
I drag in a shaky breath and let go.
And fall.
Or at least start to.
My heart starts to plunge and go on a deep dive inside my body when I come to a jerking stop.
Because there’s a grip.
A strong and a firm and a tight grip.
On my waist.
It’s almost too tight actually. To the point of pain.