Page 70 of The Jerk in Apartment 1B

“I wouldn’t. That’s what I’m trying to—”

“No, Asher. You would. You’d know. You wouldn’t need time to decide or figure it out. You’d just know.” I swallow past the lump in my throat. “I don’t think we should talk again.”

“Trina, don’t be like that. You’re overreacting.”

“I’m not overreacting. I’m tired of feeling this way. I’m tired of waiting for you to want me. I need this to be over.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do.” More tears slide down my face. “I really do.”

“Trina, I—”

“Goodbye, Asher.” I end the call and collapse to the floor.

It’s over. Asher and I are over.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Trina

I’m sitting on the floor, a crying mess, when someone knocks on the door.

“Trina, you in there?”

It’s Scott. I was supposed to meet him in the storage room ten minutes ago. I completely forgot.

“Yeah, hold on.” I hurry up from the floor and search for a tissue, but I’m out. I quickly wipe the tears from my face and take a deep breath, trying to get myself together.

Opening the door, I force a smile on my face. “Sorry, I lost track of the time.”

Scott looks at me with concern. “What happened?”

“Nothing. I just wasn’t watching the time. I’ll be up there in a few minutes.”

“Forget about that. Tell me what’s wrong. Why were you crying?”

“I wasn’t crying.”

“Trina, don’t lie to me.”

“Okay, fine. I called Asher and…” I look up at the ceiling and take a breath. “I ended it.”

“You broke up with him?”

I nod, tears falling again. “I told him I can’t do this anymore. And I know it’s for the best, but it still really hurts.”

He glances at his apartment. “Why don’t you come over? We can talk about it. Or are you not ready for that?”

I sniffle. “Do you have any tissues?”

“I’ve got plenty. You can have your own box.”

We go to his apartment and he sits beside me on the couch.

“So what happened?”

I tell him the story, crying through most of it because it sounds even worse when I say it out loud.

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