Amy tries to pull on my arm. She’s dressed now, I think, but I can’t be sure because I don’t look away from the quiet guy in front of me, who drove me to this point.
I’m on the fucking brink of despair because of him. I’ve lost my shit… because ofhim.My heart is bleedingbecauseof him.
“I’m sorry, baby. It’s not what it looks like. Let’s talk about this somewhere else, okay.”
Her softly spoken words slowly register, and my brows pinch before I spin around with a strangled sort of laugh.
Oh, this is rich, even for her.
“It’s not what it looks like?” I ask. “Are you sure? He had his dick in you.”
She swallows. “Baby… I love you. You’re the one I want. I was feeling lonely, and I didn’t mean for?—”
Oh yeah, she didn’t mean for it to happen, did she? She didn’t mean to lose her clothes and fall onto the tutor’s desk naked. Arkin just happened to be there with his cock out.
“For what?” I cross my arms. “What didn’t you mean for? Me to walk in?”
She tears up, her chin trembling. “Please, forgive me. I’ll do anything.”
I look her up and down, taking in her tangled hair, smeared lipstick, and the hickey on her collarbone that has nothing to do with me. A hickey the silent boy in my room left on her skin.
My jaw aches because I clench it so hard. But it’s the tightness in my chest I refuse to focus on. “We’re over.”
She gasps, teetering in her heels and wiping her wet cheeks. “Don’t say that, baby.”
Tired. That’s what I am now. Fucking exhausted. I just want Amy gone. From the room. From my life.
I point to the door. “Go home.”
She opens her mouth to spew more bullshit, but I shout, “GO HOME!”
Flinching away from the harsh command in my voice, she quickly picks up her bag from somewhere and leaves us alone. The open door taunts me. If only there were a way to turn off my emotions, like the radio in my car. Just flick a fucking switch. But there’s not. And it hurts.
“Enjoy the walk home, bro.” My voice is quiet, emotionless.
Arkin approaches me from behind, but I shake my head once.No, don’t come near me… Not now.Walking out, I slam the big door shut behind me.
Neriah looksup from her book when I cross the parking lot. “Where’s Arkin?”
“Don’t know. Couldn’t find him,” I mutter.
She looks at me questioningly on my way past, but I’m not in the mood for a conversation, so I rip open the door before sliding in behind the wheel and shoving the key into the ignition. The car rumbles to life, and I rev the engine to tell her to hurry the fuck up.
With a disapproving look, she throws her bag into the backseat before she joins me in the front. “I don’t know what crawled up your arse, but you’re a wanker. You know that, right?”
Accelerating out of the parking lot and merging with the traffic on the main road, I ignore her while she tries to find a song she likes on the stereo.
“Slow Down” by Chase Atlantic fills the car, and I rest my elbow on the window frame, rubbing my temple, but I’m so damn irritated, I’m almost ready to pull over and beat the shit out of something.
In fact, ten minutes later, that’s exactly what I do.
Jerking the wheel to the left, I slam on the brakes at the side of the road and throw open the door.
Neriah, who’d been drinking her fizzy drink, curses when it spills on her clothes, but I’m already outside, kicking the living daylight out of a rubbish bin.
She exits the car and stares at me over the roof like I’ve lost my mind.
Newsflash: I have. This is the lowest point of my fucking life.
