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“I know. We’re just going to sit on the roof deck and get you some sun. You still look gray, good twin.”
I still feel gray too. But I don’t tell her that as I grab my sunglasses from my purse and follow her out the door. We walk by Ares’s door, and I wish I could just knock on it. I want to fix things between us more than anything in the world. But he deserves someone who’s being honest in his life. And that’s not me.
Not yet.
It’s going to be me very soon. And once that’s done... Well, I just hope it’s not too late.
She hits the elevator button just as the door opens, and my heart sinks into my stomach.
Ares, Bellamy, Nixon, and Caitlin all pile off the elevator.
My God, he looks good.
So good... I could cry right here over the way my heart hurts seeing him.
I’ve called.
I’ve texted.
He’s ignored it all. Not that I blame him, but to see him now looking so happy... Happy and sexy as fuck with the damn backward baseball hat. And here I am, looking like something the cat dragged in, if we had a damn cat.
I watch him take another step before Caitlin hops on his back for a piggyback ride. And I want to rip her eyes out of her head for the way she’s looking at him. Touching him when I can’t. Like she belongs there.
He doesn’t even look at me, and I’m not sure which hurts worse.
His anger before or his lack of it now.
Ares
We walk into the condo, and I drop Caitlin’s feet to the floor. “What the hell was that?”
“Oh, don’t act like Grace Sinclair wasn’t looking at you all doe-eyed. Let her see you having fun.”
I look around to see if Nixon has come in yet, but he probably stopped to talk to Grace.
“Don’t be a bitch, Cait.”
She rolls her eyes, not listening to a word I say. Caitlin doesn’t listen to anyone. “Whatever, dude. Your girl did you dirty or you wouldn’t have run off to Maine and certainly wouldn’t have slept in your bed every night since you came back.”
Like I don’t fucking know Grace screwed me. Like I’m not the one pissed off at her and myself because it’s not like her sucking at the whole relationship thing makes me love her less.
“Fuck you. You don’t know anything.” I walk away from her and into my room, where I shut the door, not willing to have this conversation.
Not now, and sure as hell not with her.
Bellamy knocks on my door a few minutes later, then pops her head in. “Can I come in?”
“You’re basically in already, B. What’s up?”
“Nix just said Grace’s been sick. Nasty flu.” She leans against the door and watches for a reaction. “Thought you might want to know.”
“Does everyone know about us?” I ask her, too tired of this shit to even care who does and doesn’t know anymore. If it wouldn’t hurt Grace if Nixon found out, I’d tell him myself.
“No.” She walks inside and shuts the door behind herself. “Nixon is oblivious. So are Cross and Everly. But you guys didn’t do the greatest job of hiding what was happening. More so her than you.”
“What?” I press, genuinely unsure of what she’s trying to say.
“Grace Sinclair couldn’t keep her eyes off you. Whenever we’d all hang out, she always made sure there was cherry coke and pepperoni pizza. You have the tastebuds of a child, by the way.”
