Page 49 of Love Me

“Kaden—”

“Abigail. Not now.”

“Don’t Abigail me. This is messed up, and you’re closing yourself off.”

A grumble vibrates in my throat.

“Not that you were Mr. Sunshine before, but now…”

“Let’s go to class.”

“Fine.” She storms out, not waiting for me.

I pat the necklace, drawing strength from it like the whipped idiot I am. Our fight started because of the necklace Celine says means nothing.

Lies. I will confront her with the truth until it forces its way out of her throat, just like yesterday.

I fucking go mental when she acts like she has a right to me when she’s all over Hunter.

At that thought alone, I could dig a hole through another wall.

Outside, my car is gone, and there’s a note on hers.

Take mine.

She should work on her apology. I shove the note into my jacket pocket and get in her car.

I look for her in between classes, but I can’t find her anywhere. Checking her location, my phone tells me she’s not here but at an auto repair shop in the city.

Giddiness replaces the gloom.

Blake intercepts me. “Man, you have it bad for her.”

His eyes fall on Mia, perusing her from head to toe. That’s interesting.

“Quite intense for a mission.”

He flips me off and they walk side by side. They round the corner when my eyes land on Hunter, whisper-shouting into his phone. I bet he’s talking to Celine. She drives me insane too.

I do what I’ve never done before: assess a guy. He is the same height as me, and his gray eyes stop girls in their tracks, like a few do now while he smiles knowingly. Celine prefers this guy over me? Her fault, or maybe I should shove her off the pedestal I put her on. Now, how do I get my heart to do that as well?

Our eyes collide, and we step toward each other.

“Your girlfriend is busy repairing my car.”

“What did she do now?” he asks through gritted teeth.

It’s not jealousy but anger I detect in his strained voice.

I am missing something here.

“She bumped into my car again. Either she needs to learn how to park, or she’s doing it on purpose.”

“It’s the latter. Just stay out of her way.”

“She’s in my house.” I clench my fists, forcing myself not to knock out his perfect teeth.

“Just for a while. Hold on a little bit longer, and we’ll be out of your hair.”

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