Page 45 of The Best Bad Boy


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We waited a few minutes, but no return text or call came.

“I’ve ruined it,” I groaned.

“Not necessarily,” Kevin said. “How would she get home if she was headed that way?”

I thought for a minute. If I was her, I’d take a bus, but the closest bus station was almost 20 miles away.

“Bus. But the station is far. Do you think she could walk it?” I asked.

“She was a runner, silly. Of course, she can,” Kevin looked at his watch. “It’s been four hours almost since we came inside. She would have roughly left three and a half hours ago. How long were you gone for? Three hours almost?”

I nodded grimly. “Yeah, I went on a long run to clear my head. Decided to tell her the truth when I got home—and now this.”

“Well, let’s go find her.” Kevin stood and headed to the door.

“She said not to find her,” I started. “What if we make it worse? What will I even say to her?”

“How can it be worse?” Kevin asked. “Let’s go”

“Wait! Let me grab something.”

I ran to the hidden safe in the bedroom and opened it. Inside was my grandmother’s ring. It had been there for the last five years. I’d wanted to propose years ago to the one girl I loved, but when we broke up, I’d left it in the safe—a place that was farthest from my mind and my heart. I didn’t think I’d ever have a chance to use it, and now, even though it was still a one-in-a-million shot that Sarah would forgive me, I knew I had to try.

We drove the twenty miles in half an hour. It would have been easier to walk than drive. Sarah could have cut through fields and green space. We had to stick to the winding and narrow country roads.

I was a nervous mess when we arrived at the bus station. The station was dimly lit and appeared empty inside at first glance.

“Shit!” I said. “We missed her! What if she got lost in the dark?”

“I think I see someone,” Kevin said, his hands cupped on the glass as he peered in. He pulled open the door and gestured for me to follow.

We made our way down to the back of the small lobby and I saw her. Sarah was curled up on a metal bench, her jacket pulled tight around her, and her eyes were closed.

“Sarah,” I said and gently shook her. She responded in shock, and her right hook hit me before I had a chance to react.

“Shit!” I exclaimed.

“Warwick?” she asked, confused.

“Yes!” I said as I wiped my eyes and sniffed. My throat tasted of blood. She must have broken my nose this time.

“Oh no,” she smiled. “Again?”

I grinned and wiped my nose. “Hi.”

“What are you doing here?” Sarah asked and then seemed to remember she was mad at me. She frowned.

“I came to find you. I was going to tell you the truth after my run. I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, well, you lied to me. And I can’t trust you. Or that’s how it feels right now,” She shook her head. “I’m going home.”

I looked around the vacant station. “At least let us drive you?”

Sarah looked around and hesitated. Finally, she agreed. “Fine.”

The long drive to her parents was filled with heavy silence. I longed to tell her how much I loved her and wanted her to be with me until the end of time, but the words remained unsaid, stuck deep in my throat in sadness and fear. We stopped twice for food. Sarah devoured large plates of bacon and eggs at both stops. When she was in the bathroom, Kevin looked at me in frustration.

“Aren’t you going to say anything to her?” he asked.

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