“He’s so proud, doesn’t want to ask, and thinks he can do it all.”
“Well, he needs to cut that shit out.”
I laugh. “That’s what I said.”
“Okay, well, you take care. I’ll see you at Christmas?”
“Yeah,” I agree and I smile. “Thanks, Jude.”
“Anytime.”
Hanging up the phone, I grin. That went really well. I actually feel good about that. As much as I wish I could have been the one to make Jace feel better, I know his brother can. Which is okay with me. I love his relationship with his family, and I appreciate the help. Getting out of the car, I lock up before heading inside. When I reach my room, I open the door to see Mekena lying on the bed reading, of course.
“Hey, didn’t think you’d be coming back tonight.”
“I can’t stay at the Bullies’ house more than twice a week. Someone outed us.”
“Jerk, probably that douche Markus.”
I shake my head. “He loves me and Jace, even though I’m a bitch to him.”
She smiles. “Thanks.”
“Anytime,” I say, throwing my bag on my bed. “He told me again what he did was a mistake.”
“Yeah, he told me that too when he tried to talk to me yesterday.”
“What did you say?”
“I told him he doesn’t deserve my tears or my time, and I walked away.”
“Good girl,” I say as I take off my shirt and pants, throwing Jace’s sweatshirt to the side. Climbing into my bed, I look over at her. “Do you think you’ll ever forgive him?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. He slept with my sister.”
“No, I hear you,” I say, holding my hands up. “Just wondering.”
“Yeah, I don’t know,” she says sadly, cuddling deeper into her blankets. “Would you forgive him?”
I shake my head. “Hell no.”
“Yeah.”
“Do you still love him?” I ask, looking over at her, and she nods slowly.
“Unfortunately.” I give her a small smile and she shrugs. “Love sucks.”
“It can,” I agree as I get my guitar and bring it into my lap.
“Not for you, though,” she says with a grin and I smile.
“Nope. I got lucky.”
“You did.”
Nodding to my guitar, I ask, “Will I bother you?”
She shakes her head. “Not at all. I welcome it.”