Page 2 of Shatter


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She’s more beautiful in person than anything my mind could possibly remember. Her hair, her eyes, her face. Her skin is glowing, a slight gloss to her lips I want to taste.

Fuck, I’ve missed her.

I follow her as she leads me out of the dorm building and into the warm sun. It’s late afternoon, and my stomach rumbles, but I ignore it. Like I have been all day.

Chloe stops under a tree a few feet from the building, and when she spins around to face me, I see the anger in her eyes. “How dare you, Tyler?”

“How dare I what?” I explode back immediately on the defense despite how her beauty mesmerizes me.

“Just show up here out of the blue and be a rude jerk. You have no idea what it’s like to keep up with my classes and do my work-study job.”

I throw my hands up in the air. “Right, I have no clue because I don’t attend college.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Sure sounds like it.”

“If you came here just to fight, then you can leave.”

“I didn’t travel across the fucking country to fight with you, Goody. I fucking miss you. I needed to see you.”

“Well, a heads-up would’ve been nice.” Chloe crosses her arms, and damn, she looks even sexier when she’s mad.

“Um, hello, did you forget the part where you don’t return my messages or calls?” I growl back, and she rolls her eyes at me.

I fight every urge to grab her and kiss her.

It pisses me off that this is where we’re at.

She doesn’t owe me a damn thing.

But fuck, every part of me screams to throw her over my shoulder and take her with me.

Except I can’t.

She has a different life now.

One that doesn’t include me.

“I’m leaving tomorrow anyway, so it’s whatever,” I say even though it’s far from the truth. I hope it hurts, considering she doesn’t seem to give two shits I’m here.

In fact, she seems almost annoyed. Like I’m bothering her.

How did we have such an amazing summer together, and now it’s like I’m looking at a stranger?

Chloe’s eyes darken, and for a second, they flicker with hurt, but she blinks, and it's gone. She spins on her heel and walks away without another word.

I watch her leave with my heart in my throat, her blond hair blowing behind her.

Fuck this perfect place with its perfect wind and perfect sun and perfect whatever the fuck else is perfect.

As Chloe gets farther away, a guy approaches her.

Chloe waves, and he joins her. They walk off around the building, out of view.

Who the fuck is that?

Is that why she’s so busy?

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