Shit, I can’t calm down, can’t make it stop. “I need to get out of here.”
“Where you going to go?”
Where am I going tonight? Not home. Not the Kingsleys’, not after everything with Emma. My chest hurts again. A virgin. She’smyvirgin. She’s my world, my heart.
I can’t believe how things fell apart. I ruined it—ruinedus—and I’m not even sure I can survive the next ten minutes, let alone the rest of school. Emma’s the only thing that saves me. Shit, I can’t breathe. That look on her face? My dream, my savior, I’ve lost her tonight, and my heart’s going to explode.
A hand claps on my back. I startle, my head shoots up and I’m dizzy with panic.
Waylon’s face is serious. “Let’s go.”
That’s all he says before he turns and heads towards the parking lot. I have no reason to go with him, none to stay at the batting cages, and nowhere else to go. A lonely exhaustion hugs me, and unable to see anything but pain, humiliation, and desperation, I follow.