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I shift from one foot to the other. “How was work?”
“Good.”
Quiet.
Quiet again.
I look at him, but he looks anywhere but at me. Not that I’m surprised. Like I said, my dad would rather I didn’t exist.
“Right,” I mumble. “Going back to my room.”
“Colt?”
I turn around.
“I’ll be out of town this weekend.”
I nod slowly. He’s out of town most weekends, so this isn’t a shock. “Got it.”
He looks at me and I look at him.
The room is dead silent again.
“Going to my room,” I tell him again.
I feel his eyes on me as I walk off, as if he wants to say something but either can’t bring himself to or just doesn’t care.
Yeah, it’s been a difficult eight months. But doesn’t he get that I didn’t go down with the helicopter that killed my sister?I’mhere. I’malive.
Shaking my head and the thoughts away, I go back to my room and continue working on the game.
Chapter Seven
Colton
Everyone’s having fun at my party. I don’t care much for parties, but the guys insist I throw one every time my dad is gone, so it’s becomethething to do on Fridays.
I’m not feeling it tonight.
The rest of the kids are gathered around various rooms on the first floor, chatting, laughing, dancing, making out. And I’m sitting in the kitchen by myself because nothing seems to matter anymore. It’s like everything I worked for is meaningless now. And that’s not because Vanessa broke up with me. I still can’t figure out what’s wrong with me.
“Colt!” Owen peeks into the kitchen. “Been looking for you, man. Why you hiding in here?”
I shrug. “Just thinking.”
His brows furrow. “What for? Only nerds waste their time thinking. Let’s party!”
I think back to the many times Vanessa and I killed it on the dance floor. Now that I’m dissecting everything, did I really have fun? Or did I convince myself that I did?
Either way, I’m not going to mope around when I should be having fun. “You’re right, Owen.” I smile. “Time to party.”
He waves his arms over his head, cheering. Then his smile drops. “Uh…warning. She’s here.”
“Vanessa?”
He nods.
I puff out my cheeks. I told myself a little while ago that I don’t want to cry over her. But just hearing her name completely unravels me.
