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If you need anything, I’m just a text or call away. I’m so happy you’re here, Jos!
“I was young and stupid, listening to whatever the media said. But I didn’t not like her. I was jealous.” “Oh…” “Once again, my apologies for not being able to attend the funeral service. I sent a card and flowers. I had…”
Then he leans closer and whispers, “I’m so happy you’re here, Josefine.” My brows knit. “Why do you keep saying that?” “Because I am.”
“Kind of sounded like it.” She shoots me a vexed expression. “I was just making a statement. If I was flirting with you, which I’m not, you would know.”
“Then you’re going to have to show me what you consider flirting because I still believe you were.” She stares at me for a beat like she’s contemplating it, but then she shakes her head. “It’s my turn. What’s your major?”
“There’s not much to know.” She shrugs. “There’s always something to know.” “We’re strangers.” “Friends.” “We can’t be friends. We don’t know anything about each other.” “At some point, you’re going to have to stop using that as an excuse.”
“They must feel bad for you.” “So, feel bad for me and be my friend.” “You’re annoying.” “You mean good looking?”
“We’re getting off track.” “Put me back on it then. You’re kind of making it hard to focus.”
was young and she was hot. Don’t look at me like that. I bet you crushed on Miguel, huh?” “No, it was Diego. I know he was a douche, but he was hot.” “But not as hot as me, right?”
want to meet the person who over inflated your ego. I need a word or two with them.” And I want to meet the person who fucked her over. I’ll have more than words with them.
“We’ve barely scratched the surface.” “Daniel,” “Yes, Jos?” “Shut up.”
“Miss me already?” She huffs out a quiet puff of air, like she’s uncertain about what she’s going to say. “What’s your favorite color?” My smile slips and my heart oddly races. “Green.” “Okay.”
also don’t usually entertain their bullshit because me agreeing with anyone besides Angel is an act of treason according to him. He’ll be whining about it for days and Gray will be gloating because he thrives on pissing Angel off.
wasn’t thinking when he hugged me on Christmas Day. But I’ll never let him or anyone hug me again. Hugs feel too personal and make me uncomfortably itchy.
“I’d kill to have your skin.” “I know this is hard to believe, but I don’t usually break out.”
discomfort at his expression. “I’m not dead and I’m not going to kill myself. So, for the love of God, stop acting like I am. Stop following me. Stop looking at me. Just fucking stop. Because before the cliff, you didn’t know who I was, even though I knew who you were.”
It helps me from staying in my head, especially now more than ever. I can’t stop thinking about Josie and the hurt look on her face. Her eyes glazed with sadness, and became distant and heavy. Because before the cliff, you didn’t know who I was, even though I knew who you were.
that you’re six foot five, I’ll beat your ass if you touch me again.” I need to focus but I’m still stuck on the fact she knows exactly how tall I am. “You stalking me?” I smirk at the realization in her eyes. “Wh-what?” she stammers. “Seriously, what’s wrong with you? You don’t touch a girl without her permission, ever, Garcia.” And now I’m stuck on the way she said my last name. Why did that sound hot? Focus.
As he hands it to me, he says, “Danny should be outside.” I stare, perplexed. “Why does that matter to me?” He shrugs again but smirks. “Just thought you’d want to know.”
It’s a nice change from all the dark colors. You know people were calling you Wednesday,” he innocently says but I don’t miss the taunt that undertones it.
but he likes to believe he did. I stare at him, bored. “To evaporate. That’s a great start.” “Jesus fucking Christ, I swear ever since your mom died, you’ve become a bigger bitch.” He closes his eyes, lips flattening in a tight line. “Shit, Josie. I didn’t mean—”
“I’m fine. You can leave.” “Are you sure?” I hesitate before I reply, “Yeah, I’m okay.” “What if…I stay but keep my distance?” I lift my head. “Why are you always so insistent?” “Because if I’m not, who will be?”
I’m just projecting because that’s how I feel. Broken…lost…empty.
did to piss you off more than I already do.” This time, I genuinely smile and when I see the faintest jerk of her lips, I can’t help but feel like I won something. “Come on, Jos, tell me.” “You drove me home one night.” I try to recall that moment, but I’m drawing a blank and she must realize that because she sighs.
“Yes.” I hold my breath. “No, I’m not suicidal. I’m just…” “Just what? Talk to me, Jos,” I plead. “Empty.”
You should probably leave now. Trust me, you’ll end up hating yourself if you don’t.”
“What?” “Give me until the end of the semester to help you fill that emptiness. If it doesn’t work, I’ll leave you alone if you want to be alone that badly, but until then, let me help you.”
I? I only scooted an inch, or was it more? Why am I even focusing on that? “That’s not going to happen. I promise.” And I mean that. “We’ll see…” I don’t know who gave up on her, but I know I won’t.
“Shit, I’m sor—” Daniel looks apologetic at first, but when he realizes it’s me, his face lights up. “Sorry, it’s tight in here.” “That’s what he said,” I snort but cover my mouth a few seconds later. Not sure if he heard what I said, but at the knowing grin, I know he did.
“You’re drunk,” he points out and thank God because it sobers me momentarily. Like a bucket of water, the heat is doused. “But I want you to dance with me.” “As long as you behave.”
“Unless…” “Unless?” I say, almost breathless. “Can I touch you?” My breath hitches and my nipples harden. “Where?” “I want to put my arm around your back. Can I?” “Yeah.”
“Desperate?” His fingers dig into my skin, searing me. “Insufferable and cocky,”
“I say stupid shit when I’m drunk. You’re not missing out,” he says after a beat.
Daniel looks down at me, a self-assured look on his face. “Dance with me, Josie,”
“I can make it happen. Just say the word or snap your finger. That works too.” Breathe. “I—” “Danny, hey. I’ve been looking for you.” A girl stands next to him, a girl I remember all too well. The very same one who appeared in the video with Bryson.
“I’m taking you all home. Don’t argue with me,” he sternly says. “I’m not arguing.” “Good. Let’s go.” “Whatever. You’re going to get us something to eat.” “The fuck I look like?” “Like a dumbass,”
“And I know it’s yours and not hers because you have ten of these on each eye. You’re missing one right”—he lifts a finger and points beneath my right eye, faintly touching the skin—“there.”
“Are we not murdering Bryson?” he asks casually, but I hear the hint of amusement and confusion in his voice. I cock a brow. “We?” “I got your back, Jos,” he states, no amusement or confusion in his voice this time.
“I don’t want to kill him. I’m going to slash his tires. It won’t hurt him physically, but it’ll hurt nonetheless. And that’s good enough for me. I’m sure you know how much he loves his Audi.”
“Remind me to never piss you off.” “I’m still a little drunk if I’m being honest with you. I’m not sure I’d do this sober and I might regret it in the morning, but he didn’t give a fuck, so why should I?”
“I’m going with you,” he adamantly states. “Uh, no, you’re not.” “Uh, yes, I am.” “Daniel.” “Josefine.”
“You care about me?” “You and your assumptions. You’re an athlete and I assume you’re on a scholarship. If you get arrested, you’ll lose it. So go home. I’ll see you on Monday.”
debate. Plus you said you’re still kind of drunk. I’ll drive. I burned off all the alcohol on the run anyway.” “Daniel.” I suck in a breath. “I don’t need you to come—” “Do I need to speak in Spanish to you to get you to understand?” “How do you know I understand Spanish?” “For”—he clears his throat—“research purposes, I saw one of your interviews.” He smiles sweetly at me, melting my hesitation for a second.
“Voy a ir contigo, aunque quieras o no. Y no discutas conmigo porque está conversión ya ha terminado. Sí me entendiste esta vez?” Wow. “¿Estás seguro?” “Contigo, siempre.”
“We’re going to slash the last tire with the box cutter and leave it there. So when he calls the insurance, they’ll think he did it himself. It might or might not be considered insurance fraud. I guess we’ll find out…” “How do you know that?” “Angel happens to be a little petty.” “A little?”
“But you can find another way to get back at him for sleeping with her.” “I’m not doing this because he slept with Amanda. Don’t get me wrong, I was pissed at first, but I genuinely don’t care anymore. I’m doing this because he fucked with you and that, I’m not okay with,”
“And I’m certain he was jealous of you now that I think of it.” “How would you know that?” “He’d always make a comment in passing about you but I never—” “No, not that. I mean her faking the moans. Did you have to fake them too?” My eyebrows skyrocket at his bold question. “Yeah, I did.”
I climb off. “I am, by the way,” he quietly says, not looking down at me as we walk side by side. My brows draw together in confusion. “You are what?”
“Tone the cockiness down. I didn’t mean to say that. I just meant—” “I know what you meant, and I know my abilities.” “Right,” I drawl. “I’m more than welcome to show you.” I almost falter in my step. “Th-that’s not necessary.”
“I’m kidding.” He softly elbows my arm, amusement dripping from his tone. “Don’t take me seriously.” Of course he is. He’s Daniel Garcia, the guy who’s got his life together. Why would he want to sleep with me? I’m a fucking train wreck.
