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“More like stupid,” I correct him, leaning my back against the wall, sliding down to the floor as I put myself together.
“They both go together,” he comments, shrugging.
I scoff.
“I’d say that I’m grateful, but that’s the minimum you could do after what you did to Stan,” I grit out, biting the inside of my cheek. He’s waiting for me to do my part of the deal and give him the USB. “I lied to you. The drive that you saw is empty, but Ryder has the one. So I’d stay in your lane from now on.”
He shakes his head with disbelief.
“There it is. You’re still a bitch,” he bites out, rolling his eyes.
“And you’re still trash.”
John tilts his head as if that fact doesn’t bother him. I doubt that it does. From what I know of him, the only time where he has acted to protect something, it was with his secret. He has no intention of changing that.
“I never said that I was a good guy,” Carter retorts, taking out a box cigarette from his back pocket.
He’s not Stanley or Ryder. His aspirations are different. I realize that I don’t have a single clue why I felt attracted to him in the first place. Aside from his physique, he has nothing else to provide. If I’m sincere, I don’t give a damn about him. This will be the last time that I have something to do with him.
I’ve buried that chapter in the past. If I could burn it, I would, but I realize that it brought me to things, moments, and people that I don’t regret at all.
Staring at the ceiling that crowns my head, I find the strength to leave the campus without knowing if I’ll ever come back.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Irush to Bree’s apartment, knocking on her door without bothering to use the doorbell. The noise of my hand against the wood echoes inside my skull. Every blow reminds me of what I did wrong.
What the hell did she do?
A mix of anger and disbelief pools in my belly, making me nauseous as I wait for someone, anyone, to answer the door. I prepare myself to meet Bree. I have planned out what I want to say. I want to apologize, but also scold her for being so fucking reckless and impulsive. I’m not thinking straight. My breath smells like alcohol, but I’ve been sober since I received an email from the dean’s office.
They apologized for holding my scholarship without enough proof and said that the responsible one had come forward. My first thought was that I was fucking ecstatic because I wouldn’t have to tell my parents about this whole thing.
But then reality hit me.
There’s no way that they would’ve exonerated me of this charade. Not unless Bree did something that she’s going to regret. Anger, frustration, and sadness bloomed in my chest, and I ended up just coming here before she makes the worst mistake of her life.
I need to see her as much as I need to breathe. It aches to think about her, to remember our last meeting a couple of days ago, where I blamed her for what was happening to me. I know that I was an asshole,the selfishasshole that she always thought I was. Now I’m scared of losing her because I accepted that she took the blame for me.
It wasn’t her choice to make.
Bree was supposed towaitand stop being impulsive for once in her life. Of course, she couldn’t. It’s not her fault. I know that, but I can’t believe that she would sacrifice her whole career for me.
I refuse to accept it.
I knock on the door harder until it opens. An angry Karma appears in the frame; her figure keeps me outside. She scowls when she spots me as if she could barely stand my presence.
“What the hell do you want, Stanley?” Karma asks in a blunt and icy tone that sets the tension in the hall.
Ash and Cora stand behind her with crossed arms and deadly glares. They’re both looking at me like I’m the bad guy, like I’m the villain. I want to believe it’s not because of what I’m suspecting.
“I’m here to see Bree,” I announce, a lump in my throat threatens to prevent me from talking in a higher range.
“You’re a little late for that.” Cora snorts, shaking her head in disbelief.
I’m taken aback by her words.
I’m late to find Bree and fix things? To tell her to take it back?
