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“And another thing, Dani. What is it with you and this--?”
I groaned. “Hannah, I can’t with you right now. Max is in trouble, I need to figure out what the hell’s happened, and the last thing I need to be doing is bickering with you. You want to bicker with someone? Call my parents. They’ll bicker with you until you’re blue in the face. But unless you want to be my friend again, I have no interest in speaking with you. Let alone fighting with you. I’ll be doing that enough with my parents once they find out everything that’s going on.”
She paused. “Trouble? And you want to help this man? Do you even hear yourself?”
I whipped around on her. “I hear myself just fine!”
My voice bellowed over our dorm room and Hannah winced. Physically winced. I felt my fists balling up and my heart rate skyrocketing out of control. I needed her to back off. I needed her to be done with this shit for a little while. I turned around and took in deep breaths, forcing myself to continue packing. Because the more time that passed, the more
I was convinced I wasn’t ever coming back to this damn room.
“What do you think you're going to do, Dani?”
Hannah’s voice was light. Calm. Collected. A far cry from the tinny, prissy voice I’d gotten lately from her. I felt my back tense as my movements paused. I clutched a pair of jeans to my stomach as Hannah stood behind me. Hovering. Interjecting. Poking her nose around where it didn’t belong.
“If Max really is in trouble, what in the world do you think you can do for him?” she asked.
I snickered. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.”
“Do you have a gun?”
I turned around. “What?”
She shrugged. “He carries a gun, right? Do you have one so you can shoot your way to him?”
“That isn’t the--”
“Do you have anyone else you can call? A friend of his?”
“I can call them, yeah.”
“Do you have their numbers? Right now? So you can stop blowing up his phone and call them?”
I swallowed hard. “All I have to do is--”
“Do you know where he goes to hide? Where he goes to hang out? Where he might flee to if he’s in trouble? Do you two have a rendezvous point? A code word, in case shit goes south?”
I blinked. “What in the world is up with your questions?”
Her face fell. “Like I said, been there, done it. You're not capable of helping him. You don’t have the tools to save him from whatever it is you think he’s gotten wrapped up in. If you march out those doors, the only thing you are is dead.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Judging by how frantic you’ve been for the past forty minutes? I’d say that’s enough for me to go ‘I just know, Dani.’”
I blinked. “It’s been forty minutes now?”
I whipped back around to my bag and started packing quicker. I rolled up my things and shoved them inside, finally getting all of my clothes in there. She didn’t understand. Even if she thought she understood, she didn’t. Obviously, she hadn’t loved her guy like I did if she wasn’t still with him. I loved Max. And he loved me. And together, we were unstoppable.
“If he doesn’t pull up in ten minutes, I’m going to look for him myself.”
Hannah put her hand on my shoulder. “And what do you think you’re going to do? Seriously? Consider that question for a second.”
I slapped her hand away and spun around. I was tired of her antics. Tired of her judgment. Tired of her fucking bullshit. I unbuckled my jeans and pushed them down my legs. I pulled up the gauze against my thigh, showing her the tattoo. I trembled with fury. I was so angry I could’ve put my fist through her shocked face. And when her eyes slowly slid back up to my own, I forced myself to talk evenly.
“There isn’t anything you can say that’s going to change my mind, Hannah. I love him. I’m with him until the end. Whether you care about it, or not.”
