“Anyway, we should get going. Your mom will be there soon.” Alex leaps from the couch. “Guys?”
“Coming.” Blake rises to his feet.
“Right behind you.” Will joins him.
I can’t help glaring at Blake as he passes me. To think I wasted six months of my life on this trash bag. Careful not to make eye contact with Will, I take the stairs two at a time with the intention to hide into my bedroom until dinner.
A shiver skitters down my spine the second I pad into my room. I left the window open. I receive a text from Morgan as I’m pushing it shut.
Morgan: Where were you today? Are you okay?
Relief overtakes me.
I was afraid Zoey would’ve turned her against me.
Kass: Something happened with Zoey.
Morgan: I know. She told me. Want to come over to my house tonight? My parents just left for their trip.
Kass: Be there after dinner
Morgan: Okay. Xx
I can’t wipe the smile off my face. Well, it doesn’t look like she loathes me. That’s a start.
“Had fun with golden boy?”
I let out a startled yelp.
Will.
“Okay, you have got to stop doing that!”
He half smiles, standing in my doorway with his right shoulder braced against the wooden frame and his arms folded over his chest. He’s wearing a simple, worn-out tee and jeans, and yet he looks unbelievable.
“Didn’t you just leave?” I arch an eyebrow.
“I told them I forgot something upstairs.”
I nod, not bothering to summon a reply, and he passes the threshold, kicking the door shut.
“You know the whole point of having a phone is to answer it?” he jokes, but I catch a whiff of irritation in his voice.
“Oh, is that what this thing is for?” I barely muster a weak, unconvincing smile. I don’t know how to act around him anymore. All I can think about when I look at him is where we left off.
“So… where’d you go today?”
“Nowhere.”
He snaps. “Goddamn it, Kass. How much longer are you going to be mad at me?”
“I’m not mad,” I say in the most quiet, calm vo
ice, which catches him off guard. I can tell he expected me to fight.
To argue.
But I’m done fighting this boy.