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Jett's self-restraint snaps, letting out a dark chuckle. He stomps over to me, throws me over his shoulder, and carries me back to my bed, where he tosses me down.
It's been three weeks since I last saw him in person. The last time I snuck off without anyone knowing to see him at his family's ranch, he professed his love.
Needless to say, it didn't end well.
Since then, our texts and calls have been weird. Or, maybe it's just me who has been weird. He's acting like nothing has changed,just like I asked him to. I should be happy with that, right?
It's what I wanted. What I literally asked for.
Part of me missed him, more than I care to admit, but the sensible part knows how dangerous it is to allow those emotions to exist.
So, I shove those fuckers down and attempt to fuck them out of my system.
It doesn't work…
Instead, sometimes it makes it worse. Sometimes it makes me crave Jett like he’s a fucking drug, all day, every day. Not just his body,all of him.
"Okay, mister macho man,” I tease a few hours later. “You've tossed me around like a rag doll. Now, what would you like to do with me?"
"IZABEL!" My mom shouting from downstairs pierces through the quiet of the house like a blaring siren. I instantly stiffen at the apparent panic in her voice and the fact that it's the middle of the night.
Jett and I both rush to stand and go to the door. As soon as the door swings open, we see my mom running up the stairs.
"Izabel, where is Via?" she asks frantically.
"I told her parents when they came here earlier… Mom, I don't know where they went," I lie too easily. I see the terror painted across her face, and I still choose to protect Via and tell a clear-out lie. If her parents find out she and Ander snuck off to the beach house, they may very well lose it on her.
"Izzy," my mom slowly steps toward me, and it's then that I see the tears streaming down her face. "We need to find her..."
"What’s going on?" Jett interjects.
My mom pulls away from me, brushing a hand over her face as she lets out a low sob. "There’s been an accident. It doesn't look good. If you two know where she is, you need to get a hold of hernow."Her words sound rushed and foreign, and I hesitate to react, taking a moment to process.
"Mom, what kind of accident?"
Her sob grows louder, and she turns her head, unable to meet my stare.
"Her parents... The vehicle malfunctioned. There was a terrible crash." My mom's voice cracks, her hands are visibly shaking, and she lets out a guttural scream before continuing. "Via's dad was ejected from the vehicle and pronounced deceased on the scene. Her mom and Natty, sweet Natty. Things aren't looking good for them. I've tried calling both Via and Ander since I got the call a few minutes ago, but I can't get a hold of either of them."
What?
What the fuck?
Mr. Derrick’s dead? Mrs. Leah, Natty. They’regoingto die?
What?
Why did this happen?
On Via’s birthday.
On her special night with Ander.
Fuck.
What do I do?
What do I—
