Page 103 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

“I told her when she showed up to Scar’s birthday to leave me alone. I’d had enough of lying to my fans, and she told me I was making the biggest mistake of my life before storming off. At least, I thought she left. We found out through a few of the guests that she’s the one who recorded and posted the video of me punching Josh.”

Holy shit.

Tate posted the video.

“We confronted her about it, but she said we didn’t have concrete evidence. I was hoping she’d back the fuck off after the video went viral because of the bad publicity, but of course, she found a way to make herself look like the victim.”

Man, I almost feel bad for him.

Sleep with a girl once and you just might lose everything.

“Drea wants to put out a statement saying that we were never dating at all. Best-case scenario, because I never confirmed it myself, people will turn on Tate.”

“And the worst-case scenario?” Knowing how harsh the internet can be, the first one isn’t likely to happen.

“Worst-case scenario, they accuse me of trying to cover my own ass and lying because why would I wait this long to come out and say it?”

Damn.

The timing is pretty suspicious. How convenient that he would tell the world they never dated right as shit is hitting the fan.

The saddest part is he had no control over it. His management wanted everyone to think he was dating some model and practically forbade him from coming clean.

He throws his head back with a low, irritated growl. “Jesus Christ. Sometimes I just want to say fuck it and run.”

“I get it, but you can’t give up on your dreams.”

He snorts. “Says the girl who gave up on her own dreams.”

My lips part.

That came out of nowhere.

He seems to agree because he stiffens. “Fuck, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean—”

“No, you’re right. I did give up.”

“Because your brother died. Not because you wanted to. I shouldn’t have… That was a fucked-up thing to say.”

“Still. I’m in no position to tell you what to do.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“Can I ask you a question?” The words roll off my tongue so quickly I couldn’t stop them if I tried.

For some reason, we’re acting like friends right now.

Or at the very least, we’re being friendly. I fully intend to go back to hating him tomorrow, so I might as well find out all I can tonight.

He gives a nod. “Shoot.”

“Why’d you really go off on Josh?”

His features twist with uncertainty, the muscles in his jaw twitching as he thinks his answer through.

“It’s…” He pauses for long seconds. “…complicated.”

Then he laughs.

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