Page 105 of Broken Hearts
“Because I know that she fucking cheated on you,” he screeches, voice low. Immediately, his features morph, and he lets out an exasperated sigh. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”
Well, shit.
“How long have you known?” I ask, then, “Howdo you know?”
“I overheard you on the phone one day. I wanted to ask you about it, but I figured you’d tell me when you were ready to talk about it.”
“Yeah, that never would have happened.” I didn’t tell a soul the real reason me and Carrie broke up. Until Sienna. Besides, it may have been the last straw, but we were heading that way for a while. We drifted apart, became different people, wanted different things. I guess I didn’t want to give my friends any more reasons not to like her.
“So, yeah, I wasn’t her biggest fan. Because I’myourbiggest fan and I will always have your best interests in mind. I didn’t think you should be with her, but I didn’t hate her. I’m not glad she’s gone.”
“I know.” I rough a hand through my hair. “Fuck, I know. I’m so goddamn angry, and I don’t know why.”
“Because you’re hurting. You still cared about her.”
“It doesn’t make any sense. I can’t wrap my brain around it.”
We’re quiet for a beat.
“Sienna went back to her dorm.”
The knife in my gut twists, but I nod. “Good. I’m shit company.”
“You need to talk to her.”
“And say what?”
“Look, Rhett, I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but we all just want to be here for you. Sienna included. It wasn’t your fault.”
“I know,” I grit out.
“Do you?” He lets me get by without answering. “Are you ready to head back to the apartment?”
“Maybe you’re right. I should go see Sienna. What time is it anyway?” I pat my pocket for my phone and then remember I destroyed it.
“After two in the morning.”
“Or tomorrow.”
“She’ll be up,” he says and claps a hand on my shoulder. “Text me if you need anything.”
Despite Adam’s encouragement, I don’t go see Sienna. I wander to her dorm and then walk home slowly. She has to skate tomorrow and as much as I want to see her, I know it’s selfish of me.
I send her an email. One quick line,Good luck tomorrow.
Then I pass the fuck out and hope that tomorrow is better.
* * *
I’mup early despite having gone to bed so late. Before I even open my eyes, the events of last night make my head throb. But worst of all, Sienna’s not here.
I check the time and hop into the shower. I have a lot of people to apologize to in a short amount of time if I’m going to catch Sienna before she skates today.
Heath and Ginny are in the living room.
“Rhett,” Ginny says, sitting up. She looks hesitant and I fucking hate that. I’ve known Ginny for years, since she was a junior high kid dropping off her brother at college. Now she looks afraid of me.
“I’m really sorry about last night.”
