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“I don’t need you to finish, I already know what you’ll say, and the answer is no. The last thing I want is to move in with you and Yas. I love you guys, but nope.”
“Jade…”
“I’m fine. I’ll do better and try to stay inside or dress warmly when I go out.”
“Let’s stick to staying inside, shall we? I don’t think I can stand another scare like this.”
“I’ll try my best.” And this time, I actually meant it. “Have you seen him, at least?”
“Just at practice, although we haven’t been talking much after…”
My brows quirk up. “After?”
Nixon runs his hand over his face. “After everything that has happened.”
Here we go again.I let out a loud groan. “I told you, it’s…”
“Not his fault,” Nixon finishes for me. “Yadda, yadda, ya. He can’t keep on doing shit like this. He can’t keep walking out on you when things get hard.”
I shake my head. “You don’t get it.”
“Then tell me so I can understand!”
I press my lips in a tight line, looking away. I wanted to tell him; it pained me to see the two of them fighting like this because me of all people, but it wasn’t my story to tell, and as long as Prescott didn’t want to share about Gabriel, my hands were tied.
Nixon places his hand over mine, his voice gentler this time around. “What’s going on with him, Jade? I can’t help you guys if I don’t understand.”
“I can’t tell you.” He opens his mouth to protest, but I shake my head. “It’s not my story to tell. But there is a reason why I let him go that first time. I didn’t want him to go through this.”
But he came back.
He said he was in it this time.
He said he wasn’t going away.
And then he left all over again.
* * *
PRESCOTT
From the corner of my eyes, I see the door being pulled open. I turn around, ready to tell Spencer where to shove it, but he isn’t the one standing in my doorway.
Jade is.
And she’s freaking furious.
“Oh, so youarealive. Good.” She marches toward me, the fire blazing in those blue eyes of hers. I try to turn around, but her hand lands on my forearm, stopping me from moving an inch. “What the hell, Prescott? What the actual hell? I called, I texted, but what do I get for it? Nothing. Abso-freaking-lutely nothing. For all I knew, you could have been dead in a ditch somewhere.”
Her labored breathing fills the room, making my silence seem more pronounced. She notices it, too, because she grits her teeth, the irritation clear in her voice.
“Say something, dammit!”
“What do you want me to say?”
“I don’t know, Prescott! Maybe start by explaining why did you take me to the hospital only to dump me there? Maybe explain to me why you left and never looked back!”
“Because it was my fault!”
