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Because I’m not fortunate at all. I was two millimeters off.
It’s what I imagine a real-life Stars Hollow from Gilmore Girls would feel like if it were a small city.
bother him, but somehow I knew. I knew I’d be met with electric blue eyes when he looked up—the kind that’s impossible not to be enamored with.
It’s not a roll off the tongue like he’s testing its sound. It’s in familiarity.
“You’re just going to keep pretending then?”
I don’t blame Aiden. And I’ve never forgotten him either. That’s the problem.
Two years ago. The cold tile. And every single moment leading up to it.
The long sleeves I wear hide the reminder well enough where it’s out of sight out of mind, but the thick pink scars are there to taunt me when I need reminding of the reality I gave myself.
“I don’t care if you hate me, I’m not letting you walk in the fucking dark when it’s below fifty in that outfit. You’re wearing sandals.”
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“You were never stupid, Chaos.
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“Out of your head, Underwood.”
The books my mother read me were all made up bullshit to give children false hope that finding love and happiness would be easy.
Women like football players.
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My words are cut off by a loud pitched laugh that I know all too well coming from the kitchen. “What the hell?”
A few of the guys share a class with her and make sure I know it every time they come home.
But there are two types of strangers in the world—ones that you’ve never met before, and ones you share memories with.
“You blocked me.”
why did my heart just drop??
“I shouldn’t have let you go,”
He manages to grab ahold of my hand, threading our fingers together like he needs the connection more than air itself.
“I dare you to hate me, Ivy. Because we both know you don’t. You couldn’t even if you tried.” Because he gave me time.
more. “We’re not finished,” he informs me. But we are. We have been for a while.
“Your girl doesn’t participate.
Truthfully, I already knew who’d made the brownies. They tasted exactly like the kind my mother makes, which makes sense considering she’s who taught Ivy the recipe. It was the hint of coconut that gave it away.
Bagel?” “Are you asking just so you can eat the half I don’t?” I swear her cheeks color. “I noticed, by the way. You’re welcome.”
Caught you staring at my ass a time or two.”
“You mean like what you were doing when you walked in here? Felt like my butt cheeks were on fire.” My eyes flash. “If you really want your ass to burn, I can—” “Don’t finish that sentence,” she warns.
And that’s when I know. We’re going to be good friends.
“Are you hung up on our tight end or do I stand a chance at all?”
My voice gets cut off with a yelp when Aiden drags my chair with his foot closer to the empty one and drops down beside me.
“Who says I’m loyal to you, Aiden Griffith?” The slowest, most calculated smile forms on his face, making an eerie feeling creep into my chest and wrap around the beating organ that drums in my ribcage. “Baby, I don’t think you’ve ever stopped.”
“DJ mentioned you weren’t in class today. I was worried.” He was worried. About me.
“When are you going to get it through your head that we’re always going to have a past, Ivy? We were friends for a long time, and I swore I’d be your friend for life.”
So why hasn’t it changed how I feel about the boy who used to be my best friend?
“I want to be the person you can rely on if you need someone, even if you can do it on your own. I want to cheer you on like you always did for me. To support you with whatever makes you happy. And I want that to be me.”
“You want to make me happy?” “I miss...
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“Let me be a reason to smile,” he whispers so quietly it’s almost drowned out with the pitter-patter of rain around us.
“I miss smiling too.”
Ivy’s weakness is selflessness—it always has been. It’s her fatal flaw. And mine is undoubtedly her.
“Then what? You’d watch me snore?” “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
When I dozed next to her, it was usually the best sleep I got. I wasn’t going to tell her I slept like shit after she left.
I barely left my room until the cold meds a football player left me helped fight off the virus.
I know I have to be better. Not for me, but for the person who’s clearly never given up on me when he should have a long time ago.
“Griff told everyone to back off. He normally doesn’t care who we go after. Take that for what it’s worth.”
My arms hug my knees tightly to my chest, my feet propped on the edge of the seat in a protective stance. “I’m not a whore,” I whisper, failing at patching the internal wall up as a tear slides down my cheek. He turns the truck on, not looking at me once as he puts it into drive. “No, baby. You’re a survivor.”
I see the way he looks at you when he comes in. It’s not the same way it used to be. It’s…I don’t know. Intense.”
“So you’re the girl that’s got my best player all twisted up.”
The person I want to see is probably serving coffee and pastries across town instead of front and center where I want her to be.
