AllFreeNovel
Share Us
What the fuck is he doinghere?
“You missed our breakfast meeting,” Wes says, completely ignoring me.
Professor Kammes frowns. “I don’t remember scheduling one. I’m sorry, son.”
My stomach drops. Son?
Oh my god. I’m gonna be sick.
Rolling his eyes, Wes mutters, “Typical. Well, whatever. We can reschedule.”
“Of course.” Professor Kammes smiles placidly. “Later, though. I’m in an advisory meeting right now, as you can see.”
Finally, Wes looks at me. His gaze drops down my body to my legs, and he smirks. “Oh, I can see very well.”
The fuck?
“When will mom be home from brunch?” Wes asks.
“Not for another hour or so. Why?”
Wes shrugs. “Just thought it’d be nice to say bye before you two head off on your trip. Maybe I’ll drop by later. Have fun with yourmeeting.”
Professor Kammes frowns at Wes’s tone but says nothing as hissonleaves, shutting the door behind me.
The room spins as I put the pieces together.
He knows.
He’sknown.
My throat feels like it’s closing in on itself, and my lungs refuse to expand to get in enough air. How long has Wes known? Has healwaysknown? Why didn’t he try to stop it? To help me? At leastduring freshman year, he cared. Unless… maybe he didn’t know back then?
All of this because you made one wrong choice. Too bad for you, huh?
“Oh my god.”
Professor Kammes gives me a look that’s half confusion and half annoyance. “What?”
I cover my mouth with my hand as a deep ache radiates in my chest.
You brought this on yourself, Athelia. All you had to do was not choose him.
No. No, no, no. There’s no way they think I chose Professor Kammes over them. I don’t want this—I never wanted this.
But then I remember what Wes yelled yesterday. Iwould never choose someone else.
All of a sudden, everything clicks in my head, and the picture painted before me is devastating.
“What,Athelia?” Professor Kammes snaps.
It’ll only upset him more, which will only lead to worse consequences, but I can’t help it. I cover my face in my hands and burst into tears.
. . .
When it becomes obvious that I’m not going to stop crying anytime soon, Professor Kammes kicks me out. I don’t know howI’m able to drive back to my dorm without crashing, but somehow I manage.
Inside, Haven still isn’t back. I call her again, but she doesn’t answer.
