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As much as I’d rather spend the whole day in this bed, he has a point. I sigh and drop my head.
“Look, I don’t know what happened, but I do know what a tough chick you are. Whatever it is, you’ll get through it. Fuck knows you’ve been through worse. So, doll yourself all up, go sit in his class, and make him realize what a fuck-up he is for losing you.”
My brows furrow. “How did you…”
He smirks. “Knox is my best friend, CBP. You really didn’t think I’d call him after the shape you were in last night?”
“Ugh, not that fucking nickname again.”
“You love it.” He stands up from the bed. “Now get dressed. We leave in thirty minutes.”
I SIT AT MY desk, looking anywhere but at Asher. It took a half-hour of getting ready and another fifteen-minute hype-up from Zayn before I felt strong enough to even walk in the front door of this place. I’m genuinely afraid that if I look at him, I’ll lose it all over again.
Masking the way I feel with a smile, I distract myself with talking to Kellan and Oakley. However, that doesn’t stop me from feeling someone’s gaze burning into me throughout most of the class. Even Lennon keeps giving me odd looks, trying to understand what’s going on.
Relief floods through me when the sound of the bell echoes throughout the room. I grab my things and go to leave, when a painfully familiar voice stops me.
“Tessa, can I talk to you for a minute?”
I stop. My back is to him, but every part of me is begging to turn around. I’m pulled to him, drawn in like fucking gravity, and it’s hard to resist. He’s better off without you.
At the last second, I grab Lennon’s arm. “Hey, wait for me?”
She gives me an odd look but nods anyway. I take a deep breath and turn around, knowing that Asher won’t say much with Lennon standing right there. Still, I can’t bring myself to look at him.
“What?”
“Tessa.”
Reluctantly, I look up and my gaze locks with his. He looks as miserable as I feel. My breath hitches and a sob sits in my throat, threatening to wreck me once more. His eyes are begging me to talk to him. To tell Lennon to leave. To run right back into his arms.
He’s better off without you.
I give him a pathetic, pleading look. “Don’t. Please, just don’t.”
His shoulders sag and I turn to rush from the room. Lennon follows behind me, trying to keep up. When I finally reach my locker, I open it and grip onto the metal for dear life.
“What the hell was that?” she asks, confused as ever.
Shaking my head, I take a deep breath to try to get a handle on myself. “I love you, but I can’t talk about it. If I talk about it, I’ll break again, and I really can’t break again.”
Her bewildered expression turns to a concerned one. “Okay, babes. It’s okay. Whenever you’re ready.”
I give her the best thankful smile as I can manage, but my eyes look past her, seeing Asher standing outside his classroom—watching me. And yeah, this fucking sucks.
I’M LYING IN BED, watching videos on my phone and mentally begging the world to swallow me whole. It’s been four days since everything went to hell, and nothing has made me feel better. Not my favorite food. Not my favorite movie. Not even getting drunk. It’s official, I’m stuck in a rut of my own making.
There’s a light knock on the door and I whine quietly. I just want to be alone.
“What?”
Easton opens the door and pops his head in. “Can I come in?”
I shrug. “It’s your house.”
He chuckles and comes over to sit on the side of my bed. “We’re about to order dinner. Do you want anything?”
“No, thanks. I’m not hungry.”
