Chapter 100 (1/2)
The kid, surprised by her sudden show of affection, quickly recovers and wraps his arms around her waist. Her mouth opens, and she moves one hand to his hair, tugging on it. I can’t comprehend what’s actually happening right now.
“Hardin! Stop!” she screams.
Stop what? When I blink again, I’m on top of the blond, and his lip is busted. I hit him already?
“Please, Hardin!” she screams again.
I climb off of him in a hurry before everyone crowds around us. “What the fuck?” the kid groans.
I want to kick him in his fucking head, but I’ve been trying to restrain myself. She had to go and fucking do this, mess up everything I’ve been working toward. I head for the door without bothering to see if she’s following me.
“Why did you hit him?” her voice calls from behind me as I reach my car.
“Why do you think, Tessa? Maybe because I just watched you fucking make out with him!” I scream. I almost forgot what it feels like, this adrenaline rush and the familiar sting on my knuckles. I only got one hit in . . . I think, at least . . . so it’s not so bad. But I want more.
She begins to cry. “Why do you care? You kissed that girl! Probably more than kissed! How could you?”
“No! You don’t get to fucking cry, Tessa. You just kissed someone right in front of me!” My hand connects with the hood of my car.
“You did worse! I heard you tell that girl to stay quiet about you two in Logan’s room!”
“You don’t even know what you’re talking about—I didn’t fucking kiss anyone!”
“Yes, you did! She said she doesn’t kiss and tell!” she screams, waving her arms around like an idiot. Fuck, she is infuriating.
“It’s a fucking figure of speech, Tessa. She meant she wasn’t going to tell anyone anything that we talked about—or that we were smoking pot!” I shout.
She gasps. “You were smoking pot?”
“No, I wasn’t, actually, but who gives a shit! You just fucking cheated on me!” I tug at my own hair.
“Why did you leave me to hang out with her, then tell her not to say anything? It doesn’t make any—”
“She’s Dan’s sister! I was telling her not to say anything because I was trying to apologize privately for what I did to her. I was going to tell you tomorrow when you weren’t fucking belligerent! We were all in the room, me, her, Logan, and Nate. They were smoking a joint, and when they left I asked her to stay behind because I wanted to try to make shit right with her, for you.” All my anger comes out through my eyes, I’m certain, when I say, “I wouldn’t fucking cheat on you—you should know that!”