Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 54383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Glaring at me, she grips the steering wheel so hard that the bones of her knuckles begin to show.
“If you still want to know the answer to that,” I say, “it’s no. You wouldn’t be together, because he would be with me…I’m in love with him, and before this season is over, he and I are going to be together.”
Silence.
“Is that all you have to say?” Her voice is terse.
“No. That’s it.”
“Okay,” she says. “Get the fuck out of the car.”
“No.”
“Fine.” She unbuckles her seatbelt. “I’ll get out.”
She steps out and slams the door shut.
I unbuckle my seatbelt and rush after her. “Come back here, Tully!” I yell, but she’s running away.
I catch up to her at a stop sign and grab her arm, but she pushes me away.
“Let's get back to campus,” I say. “We can talk about this after you calm down.”
“Calm down?” She hisses. “You want me to calm down after all the shit you just threw on me?”
“Yes.” I keep my voice flat. “I also want you to refrain from acting like a victim.”
“Excuse me?”
“You can be upset and curse at me all you want, for as long as you want, but you're not a victim in this.”
“Are you?”
“No one is.”
“I can assure you, Scarlett Cressida May Crane, that you’re the fucking villain in this, and I regret ever trying to reconnect with you.” She pushes my chest. Hard.
“Wait a minute…” She narrows her eyes. “Did you fuck him?”
“Tully, look.”
“Answer me.” She pushes me again. “Have you been fucking my boyfriend behind my back, too?
“That's none of your business.”
“Have you been fucking him?!” She yells. “It’s a yes or no question, so tell me. Tell me right the hell now.”
“Yes.”
“Wow.” She shakes her head. “You’re a fucking snake.”
“And you're a bitch, but I’ve never held it against you.”
“When I tell all my friends what you've done—”
“You don’t have any friends.” I cut her off. “I’m sure they have a completely different story as to why that is, because I don’t believe your version at all.”
“Mark my words.” She moves closer to me. “You're in for a world of hurt.”
“That's fitting since no one has ever hurt me as much as you.”
“Whatever.” She scoffs. “What exactly do you expect to happen once you're supposedly with my boyfriend?”
“I literally just told you.”
“Oh, okay.” She crosses her arms. “You don’t think people are going to be the slightest bit confused when my twin sister is with my boyfriend?”
“Ex-boyfriend,” I say. “I don’t care what other people think.”
“You say that now, but you know what? Since we're sharing hurtful-ass secrets, you want to know something I’ve been keeping from you?”
“No.”
“Tough shit.” She looks into my eyes. “Regardless of what you said about not thinking he was your type, I knew you liked Easton. I saw the way you looked at him on the bleachers during our sophomore and junior years, and I snuck into your room one night and flipped through your little stationery trunk…”
My blood suddenly runs cold.
“I read all those dumbass letters you write, but never send to people, and I read all about how you wished you had the courage to tell him you were into him, that despite your differences, you felt something whenever he was around.” She pauses. “I made my move on him the next day, and just so you know, I had his cock in my mouth first…Your getting my sloppy seconds.”
I suck in a breath and try to remain stoic, but it's impossible.
Her words have cut me to the bone. “Is that all you have to say?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I wish I would’ve told you that sooner...I hate you, Scarlett.”
“I hate you too, Tully.”
We stare at each other, teary eyed and numb, our hearts bloodied and bruised, our minds spinning in ways we don’t bother to explain.
She walks to the car first, and I follow.
Without speaking another word, she cranks the engine and drives toward campus.
I stare straight ahead, wondering if we’ll ever speak again after tonight.
As she’s rounding the corner that leads into our county, a pair of blinding headlights shine a little too close to our car.
And they keep getting closer…
CRACKKKKKKKK! HISSS!
I hear the crash before I realize I’m a part of it.
Something white hits my face as our car careens and spins out of control.
We both scream as the windshield shatters, as shards of glass fly everywhere.
Smoke and flames are all I can see in front of us, and in the distance I can hear someone yelling.
What was that?
I hear more screams, and then a loud whistling sound.
Still in shock, I look to my left and notice two red and white sticks moving down.
The sticks stop moving and then they begin blinking.
We’re stuck on a set of train tracks…
No, no, no…
I need to open my door and get out, but I can’t move.