Page 181 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

You and Hadley can’t be together, and you know it.

I’ve already lost my temper and punched him in the face over it once this summer.

He punched me back, and it cut my lip open. Then we said we were even. I figured we were cool, but he better not talk my ears off about how I’m making a mistake dating her, or I’m going to give him another black eye.

I know what I’m doing is fucked-up.

But I can’t help it.

I need her.

“You should go talk to Scar,” Hadley chimes. “Then maybe we can… seal the deal, if you know what I mean.”

I like that idea. A lot.

“Sounds like a plan.” I kiss her one last time before rising off the bed.

“Bring me back a glass of water? I’m thirsty,” she asks, grabbing her phone off my nightstand.

I nod. “You got it.”

I jog down the stairs with a sigh. I spot Scar waiting for me in the kitchen, irritation contaminating the happiness I was feeling just seconds ago.

“We should talk outside.” I gesture to the patio with my chin.

“I checked the house. Evie and Hadley’s mom are out.”

“And Drea?”

“She’s gone back to LA a week early.”

What the fuck?

“Why?”

I think I see a flash of regret in his eyes. “Not important.”

Okay?

I’m surprised she didn’t talk to me about it.

Shit, I did get a text from her last night, but I didn’t bother opening it.

“Let’s get this over with,” I drawl, coming to a stop in front of him.

This guy is the closest friend I’ve had since Gray. I consider him my fucking brother, but I don’t want to hear what he’s about to tell me.

I get that he’s just trying to look out for me, but he doesn’t understand what it’s like.

I don’t have a choice.

Not when it comes to her.

“I thought we talked about this,” he scolds me.

“Dude, no offense, but I’m really not in the mood for one of your lectures.”

He lets out a bitter scoff, inching closer. “Do you think I want to lecture you? I don’t. But you’re not giving me much of a choice here. Are you seriously dating her?”

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