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Ava: Whatever.
Shit. She hates me.
Seven
An hour later, I’m staring at the picture Ava and I took at the club earlier that night.Why did I let Kennedy rile me up? Why did I say that? Ava would be here with me right now.My thoughts are interrupted by my phone ringing and the nameTucker Remingtonblaring across my screen.
“Hey T—”
“Jackson, where the fuck is my sister?”
“What?”
“Don’twhatme, Jackson,” he growls, and I know this voice. This is Tucker’s murderous voice. I’d heard it before, but it’s never been directed at me. “I asked you to do ONE thing for me, watch out for Ava in New York. Please explain to me why she’s calling me in the middle of the night in HYSTERICS.”
Hysterics? Where is she? What happened to her? Why didn’t Kennedy make sure she made it home okay? Fuck. Maybe Kennedy did something to her. I’ll kill him with my bare hands.“Tucker, when I left Ava she was fine; she was with her friends.”
“Why did you leave at all? Ava said you guys were meeting up tonight?”
Because I royally fucked up.“Tucker, I’m not her babysitter. I went home.”
“Did anyone seem off to you? Any of her friends?”
I sit up fully, suddenly very uneasy as to why my best friend was calling me in the first place. “What do you mean? And where is Ava now?”
“Hell, if I should know, somewhere in Brooklyn.”Brooklyn? Jesus it’ll take me at least thirty minutes to get there.I pull my coat on over my sweatshirt and grab the closest pair of shoes before heading out of my apartment.
“I’m heading out now. Why is she upset? Did she say why?”
“No, she just wouldn’t stop crying and kept saying that everyone is so mad at her.Includingyou!I asked her why she didn’t call you, and she said she didn’t want to because you’re mad at her?”
“I’m not mad at her, Tucker. She was pretty drunk when I left, that’s probably all it is.”I feel so guilty lying to Tucker, but what exactly was I supposed to say?“Did she tell you where exactly she was?”
“I made her drop me a pin. I’m sending it to you. Go get my goddamn sister, Jackson, and if anything happens to her, so help me God, I will never forgive you.”
“Why didn’t you call me?” I yell into the phone as we are weaving through traffic. I called her three times before she finally answered, telling me politely tofuck off.I proceeded to tell her tostop being so fucking stubbornandnot to move that pretty little ass from that spot.I heard her humph through the phone, but at least she didn’t hang up.
“Stop yelling! Why would I call you? We are not friends.” She sounds angry, but I can hear the tears in her voice.
The words are like a stab to my heart.“I would still come to get you, Ava.”
“I don’t need your help.”
“Then why did you call Tucker in hysterics?”
“He texted me back after the picture I sent, and I just lost it. So, I called him. He’s my big brother and my best friend, Jackson. But, I asked him not to call you.”
“And you thought he’d listen? What the fuck are you doing in Brooklyn?” I pull the phone away from my ear. “Can’t you go any faster?” I bark at the taxi driver. Ava is silent, and I already know what she’s going to say. “Ava,” I say sternly.
“Yes?” I hear the timidity in her voice.
“Answer me, Ava.”
She sighs. “It’s where Kennedy lives.”
“You went home with that asshole?!” I yell.
“I…”
