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My eyes fall shut, and I slump, fingers turning white around the fabric still in my grip. “Fuck, is he okay? Is he?—”
“No. He’s not.”
This time, I don’t even notice the blood rushing to my head when I whirl around, wide eyes finding Shawn. “Wh-what do you mean, where?—”
He shakes his head. “Don’t worry about that right now. He’s with Reggie. He’ll be staying with him for a bit.”
I stare at Shawn, arms hanging lifelessly at my sides. “I…”
“You both need to focus on yourselves right now.”
Blinking, I nod. “Okay. Yeah. You’re…you’re right.” Turning, I stuff the shirt in my bag, and blindly go about grabbing what else I need. Once it’s zipped up, I grab my guitar, and lock it up in my case along with my notebooks and sharpies.
Once the lock snicks shut, I finally can no longer help myself from asking, “And Jeremy? Is he…is he okay?”
“I don’t know. Like I said?—”
“With Will. Right,” I murmur, feeling nauseous all of a sudden, for more reasons than one. A buzzing fills my ears, and a sweat breaks across my icy skin.
I kissed Jeremy.
What the fuck was I thinking?
“You called him by his sister’s name, Mase.”
And everything in me stills.
Frowning, I slowly lift my gaze to Shawn’s. “I… No. No, I’d never do that.”
Shawn just stares me.
I’m shaking my head. “No…”
“Yes.”
“I don’t remember that.” My eyes dart around his face, without really seeing anything as my mind replays through everything I do remember. My breaths start coming in faster—louder.
The cemetery.
Then, blink, and I’m in O’Leary’s, and Waylon’s there.
Blink, and I’m…I’m laying on something soft. Warm. And there’s a…a dream, right there, edging along my memory, sharper than ever. Like all it would take is for me to extend my hand and grab it.
So I do. That’s what I do.
And she’s there—Izzy—just like last time, and she’s smiling, and she’s turning away from me to disappear into the shadows, and?—
Blink.
“Get up!”
Waylon…yelling at me.
Time speeds up. We’re flinging awful words at each other—confessions we’ve kept to ourselves for years. Glass shatters, and I’m on the floor, and I’m screaming, I’m screaming, I’m sobbing, I’m?—
Blackness.
Back in my room, Shawn says, “I think it might be best you keep your distance for a bit. For both your sake’s.” A phone dings with a notification, and before I can even process his words—process what I’ve done…
