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HAVE YOU EVER BEENtormented by insomnia? It wasn't something I ever experienced, until the night Davi died. That was the longest eight hours of my life. Lying awake for the entire night, trying to sleep but unable to shut off your brain. I was worried about Jace. About Tye. It's like I knew everything was about to fall apart—crumble right within my hands—and there was nothing I could do about it.
Ever since then, it's become a more normal part of my life. It's not every night. Sometimes I'm able to fuck a girl into my mattress and it wears me out enough to knock me out before the thoughts can kick in. Tonight, however, I'm not so lucky. Tonight, I'm replaying everything Tye said to me today on a constant loop.
She honestly thinks I'm responsible for Davi's death, despite me being nowhere near the roof that night. It's as if she's taking all that hurt and loss and channeling it directly at me. I can only imagine what she has in store for me, but I'm sure it won't be anything good.
I could tell her the truth. Show her what really happened that night. But I can't. While it would take the blame off of me, it would ruin her. The pieces of her that aren't already broken would shatter. I honestly don't know if she would be able to come back from that. So, if she wants to blame me, that's fine. I'll take whatever she has to throw at me, as long as it keeps her whole.
Because Tyeler Morgan is every perfect thing in this world, and I won't be a part of what breaks her down to nothing.
I WALK THROUGH CAMPUS,not nearly ready to start taking classes again but also excited to get back a sense of normalcy. Don't get me wrong, this past summer was amazing. After getting Jace his freedom back, we had the time of our lives. But contrary to popular belief, there is such thing as too much partying.
I was never one of those kids who hated going to school. Sure, the rules at my high school drove me a little nuts sometimes, and I wasn't above using my dad's job title of District Attorney to get away with things, but there weren't many times I woke up in the morning and didn't want to go. The same thing is true for college. Having to sit through lectures might get boring, but it keeps us in line. And after the past couple years I've had, I need exactly that.
Just as I'm almost to my building, familiar pink hair catches my eye and I stop dead in my tracks, because she's not alone. There’s a guy with her. His brown hair is around the same length as mine, but his body is bulky, like a weightlifter, whereas my build is more streamlined, honed for speed and agility.
A wave of jealousy rushes through me as she allows him to wrap his arms around her for a hug goodbye. My hand literally twitches with a need to punch him right in the jugular, but I hold myself back. As he turns around to walk away, I realize I've never seen him around. Not at parties. Not at campus.
Did he move here from Florida with her?
Are they dating?
No. Tye doesn't date. Plenty of guys tried to shoot their shot with her in Florida. Hell, I was one of them, until it all went to hell. But she never took the bait. Still, seeing her with this tool makes my muscles clench.
"Careful," Kennedy says, appearing next to me. "Green really isn't your color."
I roll my eyes and try to play it off. "You think I'm jealous? Of him?"
"Oh, ew." She cringes. "Lying doesn't look good on you either, babe."
She winks at me and skips ahead, catching up with Tye before the three of us all walk into the same class. Of course. The two of them sit together, while I take a seat a few rows behind. At least from back here I can keep an eye on her. But if I have to keep seeing her with Mr. Handsy back there, I can't promise I won't do something else she'll hate me for.
