Part 47 (2/2)

It's him.

Again.

Closing my eyes, I lean my head against the steering wheel and let my tears fall onto my legs. I shouldn't have broken up with him. Maybe I should have given him the time he asked for, but I can't. I want to be number one. I deserve to be number one, and for the last month, I thought I was his number one. Sitting up, I wipe my face and push the door open, getting out.

”Why can't you just talk to me?”

Whipping my head to the left, I find Jace coming toward me and I shake my head. ”Take a hint, Jace. I don't want to talk to you.”

I start for my dorm, walking a little faster than I normally would, but I can't do this. He hurt me. He went behind my back, contacted an ex to catch me in a so-called lie? I didn't do anything wrong. I know what happened-h.e.l.l, I'm the only one who knows the d.a.m.n truth-and he didn't believe me.

”I love how you're mad at me when I did nothing wrong. You're the one who lied.”

”I didn't lie,” I yell back at him. ”I didn't volunteer it. And I'm not mad, I'm hurt. You broke my heart. Now leave me the h.e.l.l alone.”

Walking a little faster, I hear him trying to catch up. But bless him, his leg is injured and I feel bad. I wanted to spend the day taking care of him, loving him, before I left. Instead, that all went to s.h.i.+t.

”Are you really gonna make me chase you? My leg is hurt, Avery. Take pity on the disabled.”

He's trying to be funny. Trying to make me laugh so I'll talk to him, but no. Just no. ”Leave me alone, Jace. You wanted time, you got it.”

”I don't want time without you. I just wanted to think it through.”

”Good luck with that,” I yell back at him, wrapping my arms around myself to keep warm.

”I don't get it. I mean, s.h.i.+t, don't you understand that this is scary? Like, the whole thing. I fell so hard, and after I fell, I find all your dirty laundry. It's insane.”

”Whatever, Jace. Dirty laundry or not, you said you loved me. Who is the one who's really lying?”

As I reach the door, I hear him dragging his leg like a zombie. I want to laugh at the hilarity of him hobbling after me, dragging his b.u.m leg, but I can't. It only makes me cry harder. If he loves me this much, then why is he scared? What the h.e.l.l is there to be scared of when all we need is each other? He's right; it isn't fair.

Running up the stairs because I know he can't make it up them, I'm out of breath before I reach my room. When I open the door, Mekena is sitting on the bed, a blanket wrapped around her and a book in her lap.

”Avery? Are you okay?” she asks, sitting up, and I slam the door before locking it. I go to walk away, but then I pause, putting the chain on too. Just for good measure. I doubt he'd do something stupid, but no telling. Love brings out the crazy in people.

I know that firsthand.

”No,” I admit, throwing my bag on my bed before going to my closet for my suitcase.

”What happened?”

Before I can answer, a banging comes at the door. ”Avery, let me in.”

Shaking my head, I chance a glance at Mekena and her eyes are wide. ”What the h.e.l.l?” she mouths and I shrug.

”We broke up,” I say before angrily throwing things in my bag.

”Um, no. You broke up with me.”

Mekena's eyes move from the door to me. ”You did what?”

I shake my head. ”We got into a fight. He says I'm a liar, and he doesn't know if he wants to date me because he's scared my dad will ruin his career. So, like always, hockey comes before me.”

When his fist slams against the door, I jump and glare back at the door. ”I never said that. Give me a chance to explain myself.”

”They should really use a thicker door,” I say, wiping my face before throwing things in my suitcase.

But Mekena looks worried and she points to the door. ”Maybe you should talk before he beats down our door.”

”He can't stand for long, he hurt his leg. He'll be gone soon.”

”I'm not going anywhere until you talk to me.”

Annoyed, I go to the door, unlocking it and opening it as far as the chain allows. I take a look at him, and his eyes are wild, he's sweating, and he looks like s.h.i.+t. I don't want to hurt him. I don't want this, but what do I do? Just roll over and let the love of the game continue to run my life?

”If you love me, you'll stop this. Just let me go.”

But he's shaking his head before I can even finish. ”f.u.c.k no, because I love you and this isn't what I want. I want you. I want to talk.”

”No,” I say simply. ”You wanted time. I'm giving it to you.”

”Yes, but I want time with the guarantee you'll be there.”

”So I'm just supposed to wait it out? Wait for you to break up with me? No, Jace. You want out? Here is your out.”

”I don't want out,” he roars, slamming his fist into the doorjamb. Flinching in pain, he holds his hand, shaking his head. As he meets my gaze, he whispers, ”I love you.”

I swallow hard, the sides of my mouth trembling as I stay locked in his gaze. ”I love you too.”

”Then open the door. Let me talk to you, hold you. It doesn't have to be like this.”

”You should have done that before. Instead, you made me feel like your love for the game was more important than me. That the dude who led me to try to kill myself speaks the truth, rather than me. No, Jace. I need you to leave me alone.”

His jaw clenches as he runs his good hand down his face. ”I don't want to lose you, Avery. I can't lose you.”

”Then let me go,” I say, my voice breaking before I look away. ”Just let me go.”

Shutting the door, I lean my head against it as it vibrates with his banging. His voice holds such desperation as he begs me to let him in. To talk to him. But I just can't.

I won't.

I don't move as he continues to beat on the door. That is, until Mekena comes over, pulling me away and then onto her bed. Covering our heads with the blanket, she wraps her arms around me and smiles. ”When life sucks, I like to hide,” she whispers, Jace's grunts of anger in the distance.

”Yeah,” I say, pulling in a deep breath, my tears falling in streams down my cheeks. ”I just can't be second best anymore.”

”And you don't have to be,” she whispers, holding me, and I lean into her. We stay like that for a really long time. Neither of us speaks or moves as Jace bangs on the door. Each slam of his fist causes a new round of tears. I want to jump off the bed, hold him, tell him to stop. But that goes against everything I'm fighting for. The need to be important to someone. The craving to matter more than a stick and a puck.

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