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But did I know him? I thought I did. This whole time, after nearly two months of being together, I thought I knew him pretty well. Did he really go to Bayview? He said he wasn’t on speaking terms with his family—was this why? I even thought of him being in the church basement. Was he really volunteering, or was he there for community service? Oh, gosh, the thought made me sick.
If Harry was capable of something like robbing a gas station with a gun… He wasn’t the person I had thought he was. Not even close. After the whole speech about Destelle and Stella, and he had a secret likethis?
“Ican’t—” My voice choked. “Harry, I can’t evenlookat you.”
If I hadn’t known any better, I would’ve thought he had tears in his eyes. The desperation on his face made everything in mehurt.Each breath in caused a searing pain, and each breath out felt worse. “Please, just let me tell you everything. Let’s go somewhere and talk, because I swear to you—I can explain it.”
“Oh, my gosh, you were the guy onstage!”
We both turned at the sudden screech and found a group of five people making their way outside the club. They were no doubt coming out for fresh air, their cheeks pink and their hair sticking to their skin, but their eyes latched on to Harry immediately, completely ignoring me. “You were so great up there,” one blonde girl told him.
“And so hot,” another interjected, causing her friends to laugh.
For the first time since I’d known him, Harry didn’t conjure a smile for the fans. He didn’t rush to say anything to them, didn’t even look at them. His eyes never left mine, gaze pleading. For what, I had no idea.
I looked at my boyfriend of nearly two months, but could barely recognize him.
The intensity between us fissured as soon as the blonde girl stepped unintentionally in front of us, severing the connection. At that moment, the balloon burst. Like an elastic band snapping, the ball of emotion exploded through my body, starting in my chest until the pain worked its way to my stomach, my throat, burning behind my eyes.
This was worse than him leaving me at the country club. So much worse. Now I knew what he’d been so upset about.
He’d been right. We were from two completely different worlds.
I turned around on the sidewalk, ignoring the looks from those who lingered in front of the club, and practically bolted in the other direction. Harry called after me, calling for Destelle or Stella, but neither one listened. Instead, I ran and didn’t look back.
Not even when my tears began to cloud my vision. Not even when they started to fall.
