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“Don’t worry, Sanders!” Rob yelled. A car honked. “We’re coming to save you!”
I think we have something more important to do than first period. Don’t leave me hanging. I can only steal James’ car one more time before he completely loses it.
“I’ll never hurt your heart. You’re my forever, Brooklyn.” He smiled up at me.
He knew how important it was for me to say goodbye. He knew how much missing the second half of the funeral weighed on me. He was already fixing everything.
He smiled down at me. “It also helped that you ran into the boy’s restroom.” “I what?” I pulled out of his arms and spotted the urinals for the first time. “Oh my God, what is wrong with me?” “Not a single thing.”
“It’s okay, Rob,” I said. “No need to worry about keeping it a secret.” I shoved my notebook into my backpack. “Because Matt and I are done.” “Brooklyn!” Matt hissed as I stood up.
“Okay, but you should call Matt when you get a chance. He’s kind of…losing it. He stopped by about an hour ago and he looked awful.”
“How old are you?” The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them. “Older than you.” He resumed eating, like that was a suitable answer. But before I could question it, he beat me with a question of his own. “So what didn’t he do?” Miller asked.
“For the record, a guy who doesn’t stick up for you isn’t someone who’s worth your time.”
“We broke up!” “I never agreed to that.” “You don’t have to agree with it. It still happened. It’s done.” He just stared at me. “I’m not done with you.” That’s not how this works!
“Oh, she threatened to have him killed,” Mr. Pruitt said like it was nothing. “You too I presume. But she knows the rules. She’s not allowed to escalate anything to homicide. It’s actually in that document there,”
“My wife will never approve of you.” He tilted his head to the side as if he was inspecting me. “But I do. I don’t want you to change. I want you to come to me when you think something is unjust. I want you to tell me if I’m doing something wrong. And I don’t want you to be scared of standing up for what you believe in, even if it goes against Isabella or my wife.”
“I loved your mom because she was everything I could never have. She didn’t care what people thought of her. She was beautiful inside and out. She was honest. She was…happy.”
“I love that you don’t care about what other people think of you. Not even me. Especially not me when you’re mad. I kinda even love when you’re mad. Because you stare at me with all this heat in your eyes and it makes me hard. It’s so hard to control myself around you because you’re so beautiful. I love talking to you. And I love that you’re wearing sneakers with your dress. It’s cute but somehow fucking hot too. You look amazing.”
I’d make it look like I was leaving NYC. But Isabella wasn’t the queen. And I refused to bow down to her. As soon as I was sure Kennedy was safe, I’d be back. I would never let Isabella win. I would never let her break my spirit. I would never let her hurt me like this again. I would never let her torture Matt. Nunca.
