Page 53 of Grease Monkey
“You might hate me now, darling. But it’s what’s best.”
I will never forgive you for this.
Chapter Twenty-One
Teddy
Ana:Teddy, I’ve been thinking long and hard about my future, and I’ve decided I need to do what’s best for my family and me. And that is attending a school that’s well-suited to my needs. I’m sorry, but I can’t go to Arizona. In the fall, I’ll be going to Yale. We’ve not spoken about distance, but this thing between us is too new and casual to commit to something like that. I’m still young. I’ve got to live my life without being tied down to someone I will never see.
I know this isn’t easy, and you’ll no doubt hate me right now, but you’ll move on and find someone else, someone who will love you as much as I wish I could. If we’re honest, we both know this was just some fun, a nice distraction, but I’ve got to think about my future, one that doesn’t and will never include you.
Please don’t contact me again, Teddy. I hope you get everything you’ve ever wanted.
Teddy:The fuck?
Teddy:Ana? What the hell? You’re breaking up with me over TEXT???
Teddy:What has your mom said to you? Fucking ignore the bitch. She’s manipulating you.
Teddy:Answer your fucking phone.
Teddy:Please, baby. Call me back.
Teddy:What changed, Ana? You were the one who said you were all in, you were the one who applied to Arizona, you were the one who said you’d come with me to Phoenix. I didn’t. I couldn’t ask you to uproot your life for me but YOU wanted to.
“Dude, you look like you’re gonna puke. You okay?”
My fingers ache as I strangle the phone, reading her message over and over, my mind spinning. It doesn’t make sense. I’ve left her for an hour, and then I get this? No. I’m not accepting that.
“Teddy? Speak to me.”
My head snaps to the computer screen, concern etched across Bowie’s face.
“I gotta go.”
Jumping up from the sofa, I run to the front door, not bothering to disconnect from Skype as Bowie’s voice calls out for our parents. I barely feel my feet as I race across to her house, thundering my fist on her door until her bitch of a mother answers.
“Where is she?”
“Nice to see you too,” she glowers with an unmistakable tilt to her lips that she’s not managing to hide. This is everything to do with her and not Ana’s choice.
“What did you do?” I growl, and Juliette actually looks startled. Good, bitch. I’m not playing.
“I did nothing. I only helped Morgana see the truth before it was too late. You and I both know your little tryst with my daughter won’t last. She deserves someone a hell of a lot better than you,” she snarls, wrapping her hand around the edge of the door. “Why prolong the inevitable and break her heart worse later? Because that’s all you’re good for; hurting her. And deep down, she knows that too. Why else would she choose to end it now? Leave my daughter alone. Go back to the hole you came from and let Morgana be happy.”
“She’s happy with me.”
“Maybe right now. But can you honestly say you could make her happy in the long run? That one day, she won’t wake up and resent you for not giving her the life she deserves? Stay in your lane, Teddy. You will never be good enough for someone like her.”
Edging forward, I grit my teeth. “Where the fuck is she?”
“Out.”
“Out where?”
She huffs like I’m getting on her last nerve. Well, so are you, lady. Tell me what I fucking want to know.
“On a date.”
