The Boy on the Bridge

Even in the worst of times while Hunter was away, I never yearned so vehemently to be homeschooled.

There’s nothing to be done about it, though. I just have to suck it up and deal with it, the same way I’ve dealt with Valerie all these years.

Of course, I wasn’t tormented by confusing, conflicting feelings and memories of Valerie kissing my neck, so it’s definitely different.

Still the same basic problem, though.

A popular, well-loved pain in my ass.

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When Monday morning rolls around, it feels like I’m shipping off to war instead of getting ready for my second week of senior year.

All the coffee and avocado toast in the world can’t help me, but I make some for myself, anyway.

Mom already left for work this morning. I’m dragging. She offered to give me a ride to school if I wanted to leave early, but I’d rather walk than spend any more time there than necessary.

Walking would ordinarily mean cutting through the woods behind Hunter’s house, but I’m too concerned he would anticipate that and be waiting on the footbridge when I needed to pass.

I won’t be cornered by him. I won’t let him get me alone. I don’t care what he has to say for himself this time—I don’t want to hear it.

I would have forgiven him for the lie, maybe I could have even found a way to get past him deliberately humiliating me the night he took my virginity, but not Valerie. I warned him, and he stepped over my line like it didn’t mean anything to him. So, I’m going to believe him. If he shows me he doesn’t give a shit about my boundaries, then that must be the truth.

Fuck Hunter Maxwell.

He and Valerie deserve each other.

I still feel a pang in my tender heart even thinking that, but I ignore it and lace up my shoes, ready to take the long way to school.

Just as I’m gathering my things and preparing to head out, the doorbell rings.

I frown. Ray should know my Mom is at work. I don’t see why he’d stop by with coffee if only I’m home.

When I open the door, I’m stunned to find the same delivery man that stood there last Monday. This time, he’s holding a huge bouquet of red and white roses.

“Someone’s popular,” he says good-naturedly.

I narrow my eyes at the little white teddy bear accompanying this bouquet. “No, someone’s just an asshole.”

The delivery man appears startled by my comment.

“Sorry,” I say, directing my gaze away from the flowers and meeting his eyes. “I don’t want these. Any chance you can use them if you just take them back with you? I won’t tell the sender, so you won’t get in trouble.”

“Um… no, we can’t really do that,” he says a touch awkwardly.

I figured, but at least I tried. There’s no sense in slowing this man down just because his job today was delivering flowers I didn’t want. “Okay, then. Thank you. Did he tip you already?”

“Generously,” he assures me.

I nod, unsurprised, and take the delivery.

Once I close the door, I haul them straight into the kitchen, take the flowers out of the vase they came in, and stuff them into the trash can.

I dump the water in the sink and leave the vase. I don’t have time to wash it right now. I’ll clean it later and hopefully take out the trash before Mom gets home. She’ll definitely have questions about a second flower delivery—and I haven’t even answered her questions about the first.

I look at the fluffy little white bear on the counter. His big, somehow cute beady black eyes stare back at me.

“I can’t throw you away, can I?” I murmur. “It’s not your fault the man who bought you is such an enormous jerkface.”

The bear sits there, all fluffy and adorable.

I sigh and scoop it up. I haul it to my bedroom and put him on a chair in the corner along with the snake Anderson won me at the fair and an assortment of stuffed animals I still have from my childhood.

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Dread falls over me like a weighted blanket as soon as Hawthorne High comes into view.

There are still kids gathered outside talking, so I put my head down and start walking faster.

I can’t slow down.

The moment I do, he’ll catch up to me.

Not in person. I haven’t seen Hunter yet. But the memories I have been so expertly avoiding all weekend… they’re just waiting for a chance to wallop me.

I’m prepared for it, but not yet. I’m not supposed to see him until that one class we have together. I just have to get through that one class.

A shoulder slams into me as I walk the crowded hall. The girl doesn’t stop, so I glance back.

She glares at me. “Watch where you’re going.”

She’s the one who ran into me, but I know she’s one of Valerie’s followers, so I figure she’s being bitchy on purpose.