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She hopped up from the chair beside Landon and walked over. “We need to talk.”
“No, we don’t.”
Instead of walking back to her seat, she stood next to me and crossed her arms, mirroring my pose. Then, she rocked back on her heels, lips curling into an uncomfortable smile. “So, you were sad because of me?”
“Don’t be a fucking bitch,” I said through gritted teeth.
She smacked me across the face. “Don’t call me a bitch.”
“You fucking are,” I growled, rubbing my cheek.
“Just because I didn’t tell you that I loved you?” she asked, the words so damn sharp and sour. “Are you really that butthurt over it, João? Because if you are, you should’ve let me at least respond to you last night before running out of Landon’s and driving away like a maniac!”
“I needed to get Ana.”
“That’s always going to be your excuse.”
“It’s not a fucking excuse.” I seethed. “My mom fucking brought Ana where she got raped, all to buy some fucking drugs. I’m not going to let that fucking happen again, Imani. If I need to leave to get her, then I’ll do as I fucking please.”
She poked a finger hard into my chest. “That doesn’t give you the right to call me a bitch. And still … you could’ve waited two fucking minutes for me to tell you that I—” She paused and glanced behind me.
“That you what?” I asked and followed her gaze, my eyes landing on Landon and Ana together.
Jealousy shot through me. I wanted Imani. I fucking wanted her, but all she wanted was Landon. I ripped myself away from her and stormed off, not wanting to see any more of this.
“Of fucking course.”
“João, come on,” she said, hurrying after me. “How do you expect me to love you when all you are is rude to me?! God, you’re so frustrating.” She ran her hands through her hair, frustration all over her face. “Don’t be stupid! If I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t be doing any of this shit!”
For a split moment, my heart stopped.
A black fucking cloud of unknown bullshit suddenly loomed over me.
“I’m not being fucking stupid,” I growled.
I was fucking scared.
Scared because … what if Imani did really love me? What if she wasn’t saying this out of pity for how shitty all of our lives had turned out? What if she was saying this and had really asked her mom to bring us here because … she loved me?
What if Imani loved me, and one day, I lost her?
