Page 118 of Unfix Me

He nodded and wrote on the coin before he passed it to me. I ran my thumb over it, memorizing the date. After I dropped it in, I stared at that coin, resting amongst the others. Every day had been a good day since he gave this to me on Christmas. I had a feeling the jar would get full pretty quickly.

“About this apartment,” Sen mused.

“Are you changing your mind?”

“No, obviously not. I’m obsessed with you.”

I smiled and motioned for him to go on.

“Since we’ll be living with West and Willow, does that mean we have to be quiet like we were at your parents?”

“Hell no. They can get earplugs.”

“That seems kind of rude.”

“It’s a good thing I don’t really care, isn’t it, Sen?” I leaned closer, fisting his hair and pulling him close to my face. “If I want to make you scream, you can bet your ass that I’ll do it with no remorse.”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips. I licked across the same trail.

“Kai, we’re gonna be even later if you do this kind of shit. Plus, I have that appointment with the stupid therapist on Wednesday.”

“He’s not stupid,” I laughed. “He specializes in what you’re going through.”

“I guess. Better make sure we don’t miss it, then.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll speed to make up for lost time.”

Leaning my seat back, I didn’t give him a chance to argue. Once he was in my lap, I was flooded with a sense of security in the future that I hadn’t felt in a while. Our future.

Because there’s no magic that would make our fairy tale perfect, our happy ending wasn’t going to be free of pain- Sen’s and mine. But it was still everything I could ask for.

Seneca goddamn Taylor, the guy who kneed me in the dick and gave me a death stare the first few times he saw me, was everything I could ask for.

Epilogue

West

Winter break was over. Now what?

As I stared out at the field, that question repeated in my head. There wasn’t an official practice going on, but he was out there, honing his skills and showing off. He had a perfect throw. I did too, but like Kai said, it wasn’t a competition.

I kind of wanted it to be. Lincoln Porter was a god at this school and he was graduating this year. That was good for me. It meant that I would take his spot, which was exactly what I’d been brought here to do.

So, why was I dying to take that ball from him and prove that I was better?

He stopped running and took labored breaths. Pussy.

When he raised his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face, my gaze dropped to his washboard abs. The guy was huge- bigger than me. His chocolate brown hair had those voluminous waves that made it sit perfectly on his head, like some fancy crown telling everyone that he ruled this place.

Apparently, drying his face wasn’t good enough. He stripped out of the shirt entirely, leaving him in just a pair of basketball shorts that hung low on his hips. I stared at the sharp curve of his pelvis and the way it made his abs look more pronounced.

He looked in my direction, meeting my eyes. I didn’t back down. It would make me seem weak.

As he continued to stare, I tried to read something in his expression. This dickhead called me over the holidays, shitfaced and raging about how much he hates me. He called me an attention whore. Who does that? I had no idea if he remembered it and his face wasn’t giving me any answers.

With a frustrated huff, I jumped to my feet and marched toward him. He tucked the ball under his arm, watching me approach.

“What’s your deal, puppy?”

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