Chapter 129 (1/2)

I gulp and wait for Hardin to say something. Oh, right, I am his friend. Why would he? I stay silent and wish I had just stayed at the table.

“We are going to the docks tonight; you two should make an appearance,” Zed says.

“We can’t. Maybe next time,” Hardin says. I contemplate interrupting and saying I can, but I am too pissed-off to speak.

“Why not?” Jace asks.

“She has to work tomorrow. I suppose I can drop by later. Alone,” he adds.

“That’s too bad.” Jace smiles at me. His sandy blond hair falls over his eyes and he shakes his head to move it.

Hardin clenches his jaw and looks at him. I feel like I’m missing something. Who is this guy, anyway?

“Yeah, I’ll hit you up later when I’m on my way,” Hardin says and I stalk away.

I hear Hardin’s boots stomping behind me but I keep walking. He doesn’t call my name, since I’m sure he doesn’t want his friends to think anything, but he keeps following me. I walk faster and dip into Macy’s and turn a sharp corner, hoping to lose him. No such luck; he grabs my elbow and turns me to face him.

“What is wrong?” His annoyance is obvious.

“Oh, I don’t know, Hardin!” I shout. An elderly woman looks at me and I give her an apologetic smile.

“Me either! You are the one who just hugged Zed!” he yells. We are already attracting an audience, but I am fuming so I don’t care at the moment.

“Are you embarrassed of me or something? I mean, I get it, I am not exactly the cool girl, but I thought . . .”

“What? No! Of course I’m not embarrassed of you. Are you crazy?” he huffs. I feel crazy at the moment.

“Why did you introduce me as your friend? You keep talking about living together and then you tell them we are friends? What are you going to do, hide me? I won’t be anyone’s secret. If I’m not good enough for your friends to know we’re together, then I don’t want to be.” I turn on my heel and walk away to punctuate my little speech.

“Tessa! Damn it . . .” he says and follows me through the store. I reach the dressing rooms and glance at them.

“I will follow you,” he says, reading my thoughts.

He will, too. So I turn and head toward the exit of the store. “Take me home. Now,” I demand. I stay quiet and at least ten feet ahead of Hardin as we walk out of the mall and to his car. He moves to open the door for me but backs away when I glare at him. If I were him, I would keep my distance.

I stare out the window and think of all the terrible things I could say to him but I stay silent. I’m mostly just embarrassed that he feels like he can’t tell people we are together. I know I’m not like his friends and they probably all think I am a loser or not cool enough, but that shouldn’t matter to him. I find myself wondering if Zed would hide our relationship from his friends, and I can’t help but think that he wouldn’t. Come to think of it, Hardin has never actually called me his girlfriend. I probably should have waited to sleep with him until he at least confirmed we were dating.

“Are you done throwing a fit?” he asks as we pull onto the highway.

“A fit? You aren’t serious!” My voice fills his small car.