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“Hey, cariño, it’s okay,” Tex comforts me as my eyes fill with tears. “He didn’t know. We didn’t know. He’ll change.”
I shake my head. I can’t explain so I ask instead. “Did Devon always have a bike?”
The look Tex gives me is fleeting, but I catch it. He’s horrified. Why? He quickly schools his expression and nods carefully at me.
“He did, cariño,” he replies, hesitant.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
“This,” Dev calls from the doorway, making me jump.
He tosses something towards me and I instinctively throw my hands up and catch whatever it is. A solid, smooth, rounded object rests between my hands like I’ve caught it this way a hundred times or more. I glance down, and when I see the black bike helmet in my hands I hiss and drop it to my lap like it burned me.
The lid is an open face, retro style, with a clear visor. The paintwork is matte black with pink flowers on it. Definitely not Dev’s taste at all…
Hang on, is this my helmet? I lightly trace my fingers over the flowers and it calms me, like I’ve done this before too.
“Yeah, it is,” Tex tells me softly. “You and Dev used to ride all the time.”
I look up at Devon; he’s standing with his arms crossed over his chest. He’s changed into ripped jeans and a faded blue T-shirt, his feet bare. Familiarity floods my chest. There’s my Dev. Only, when I look at his face, it’s not him at all. His expression is completely blank. There’s nothing there I can read at all. His amber eyes are shutters and I’m locked out.
“I’m s-sorry I d-don’t r-remember.”
His coldness turns me into a gibbering wreck and I bury my head in my hands, embarrassed.
“What the fuck?” Devon hisses.
“Don’t do this,” Tex warns, coming to wrap his arms around me.
Just then the door to our flat opens and East joins us. He takes one look at Devon’s body language, Tex with his arms around me, me shaking in a heap on the sofa and his easy-going smile falls from his face.
“Someone better tell me what’s going on.” He sighs. The sparkle from his hazel eyes dies quickly.
I can’t handle the intense scrutiny of the three of them. Or the guilt. I jump to my feet and run to my room, closing the door firmly behind me.
Joe: Hey, beautiful, how was your day?
Callie: Boring. Yours?
Joe: It’s looking up now :)
Callie: Why?
Joe: Because I’m talking to a beautiful girl
Callie: Are you going to ask her out? What does she look like?
Joe: Dunno, never seen her before
Joe: You do realise I’m talking about you, right?
Joe: It’s you, Callie. You’re the beautiful girl. And yes, I’m going to ask her out on a date...soon
Callie: She’s washing her hair that day
Joe: Ouch! Burn!
Callie: Lol. Joking. If a cute guy was to ask me
out...soon...I’d say yes. Probably
Joe: That’s definitely good to know ;)
