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“Don’t. Don’t even think about her. Nothing. Delete her number, or I’ll get her a new one. Stop turning up wherever she is. Keep. The. Fuck. Away. From. Her. I’m not going to ask again.”
Sam sucked his breath in as he stood to his full height, which matched my own perfectly.
“Did you not hear me? I’m not interested in her that way,” he said, his eyes narrowing at me.
“Bullshit.”
“You really like her, don’t you? I can see why; she’s stunning. She has this aura about her, doesn’t she? I think she’s amazing. But it just so happens she’s with you. Of all people.” He chuckled and leaned back on the car, pulling his knees up to his waist as he gazed at me.
“This vendetta against me has to stop, White.”
I could feel my anger bubbling up as he frowned at me in confusion.
“No, that’s over with. Long gone.” He waved his hand dismissively as he met my gaze.
“Annabelle is just a nice girl that I could see myself being good friends with. That’s all it is. Are you gonna stop her from having friends now? You can’t be that possessive?”
I stepped towards him as he watched me, unflinching as I pointed in his face.
“Keep the fuck away from her. Or I’ll fucking bury you.”
I turned away, confident he had the message loud and clear. Then he spoke, stopping me in my tracks.
“Seriously, Fenton. I’m not a dick. I know we’ve got history, but I connected with her before I knew she was with you. So it’s not what you think. But I get it. I’m not out to cause you problems; we’re just friends.”
He sounded sincere enough, but given the history between us, I wasn’t about to give him an inch.
“No, you’re not. You’re an opportunist, and I’ll make damn sure there’s no opportunity for you. Consider yourself warned.”
“Or what, you’ll break my nose too?”
I glared at him and laughed softly, his eyes narrowing as he watched me.
“It has been a long time coming.”
Sam sighed then and stood, walking around to the driver’s side of his car before giving me one last look.
“She’s in love with you. I don’t have an agenda. That’s all I can tell you.”
He got in the car and turned the engine on as I watched him pull away, nodding at me as he left. I watched until the taillights disappeared in the distance as he turned a corner, and I felt a heaviness in my chest I’d not felt in a while.
I didn’t want history to repeat itself. I had loved Hannah, but it was nothing compared to how I felt for Annabelle. I thought back to Hannah, even though I didn’t want to. I had been seeing Charlotte White purely to entertain me as I was bored. Then I met Hannah at a party, and I was floored. I was fifteen then, and she was the first girl I slept with. We never made it official, but everyone knew we were together, including Sam fucking White. We had been on and off for a year when she told me she loved me, and I told her I felt the same. I can still remember seeing her leaving his house, kissing him in a way that you only kiss someone you’ve just fucked. I confronted them both, and she accused me of stalking her, of all things. I never spoke to her again, and it quickly became public knowledge that Sam and I didn’t like each other.
Now, this.
I couldn’t put it out of my mind as I opened the car door, the keys in my hands as I watched them idly. I had learned long ago that people would make decisions regardless of what you wanted them to do, and things would happen whether you dug your heels in screaming or just sat back and watched.
I sat in my car, looking at the space beside me where she usually sat, and my heart ached with a longing that told me either way, I was fucked.
I had no option. I would have to trust Annabelle.
Forty-One
Decisions
"I'm so fucking glad that's over. High school is gone; the rest of our life awaits."
Bailey stretched out beside me on the beach, his tanned body absorbing the rays. I smiled, still stunned I managed to get outstanding grades, meaning I could study whatever I wanted. Bailey had found a house for us to rent, and I had agreed to apply to King's College, but to do what I wasn't sure just yet. I wanted to keep my options open.
