"Thanks for driving." I get out of the car and wait for Joel to get out and hand over my keys.
My eyes stay on Kit. He's standing behind my car with this look on his face that screams I'm sorry.
It's only a look.
There are no words to accompany it.
No explanation.
No promises to make me come until I pass out.
Joel hands over my keys. He leans close enough to whisper. "You okay?"
"Stressed about finals." And about using this summer as a test-run for the rest of my life. I want to get another server job and go full throttle with auditions, to see if I feel like I can make it work. Of course, neither one of those concerns compare to how the way my heart is aching. How could Kit leave like that? How could he follow-up with we shouldn't talk like this for a while?
Joel looks to Kit. "You heading out?"
"In a minute." Kit's dark eyes find mine.
Understanding passes between us. He wants to talk.
I'm not sure I want to talk to him.
But I am sure I want Joel out of my business. "Yeah, I'll see you next Monday. Or maybe the Monday after. Either way." I nod goodbye and step into the house. I leave the door unlocked and I stay close enough I can hear the guys whispering.
Then Joel's car turns on and he pulls away.
Footsteps come closer to the door.
Kit pushes it open enough to step inside.
His eyes find mine. "Piper, I... I'm sorry."
"About making me... about what we did or about leaving after?"
"We can't do this."
No. That's not an explanation. "Fuck you."
He says nothing.
"You didn't even wait for me to get dressed before you left." I pull the door open. "I..." I don
't want him to leave. I want him to stay. I want him to be mine. But that isn't happening, and I hate him for leaving.
I hate the way I feel right now.
How could he do that?
I trusted him.
"You don't want to talk for a while." I step inside. "We're not talking. So you've got what you want."
He doesn't even fight me.
He just leaves.
I hate him for leaving.