Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 134387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 672(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 672(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
“But then years later, I got to know you. I actually got to know you. I mean, it’s funny because I had all these plans of going away and you were somewhere else. But somehow we ended up in the same place. But anyway, I got to know a different side of you. A new side. This guy who smokes because he’s stressed out. This guy who can get really angry when his trust is broken. Who can be so vulnerable and strong and tortured all at the same time. This guy who can be so mean and rude. Sometimes so much that I wanna smack him. But then sometimes he can be so sweet, you know?”
I chuckle brokenly. “I want to say that… I like that guy. That Arrow. And it hurts me that you think that guy is a failure. That he’s a liability. That he should be ignored. That anything other than The Blond Arrow, any other instinct that you have, is wrong. It hurts me when you beat that guy up for his flaws. Because that guy has something to offer, you know? That guy has so much to offer. You know how I know that?”
His jaw is ticking and ticking.
And I know that the heart that he thinks is dead is pounding inside his chest. I can see the tight vein on his neck throbbing just like his jaw.
“How?” he rasps, his eyes somehow both molten and on fire.
“Because he’s the guy who gave me this.” I motion to the envelope stuck to my chest. “He’s the guy who gave me a chance. Me. A girl who’s never followed a rule. A girl who never ever wanted to be perfect. He gave me a chance. He inspired me to be more. Not only that, that guy forgave me. For something that I’ve been beating myself up for for years, for falling in love with my sister’s boyfriend. He forgave me, Arrow. How can that guy be anything less than perfect when he gave me such a perfect gift?
“Please, please don’t shut him out, Arrow. Please. He’s inside of you and he’s good. He deserves more. He deserves your acceptance. Don’t shut that part of yourself out. Give it a chance, like you gave me. You told me that I could go places, right? That guy can go places too. That guy can do whatever he wants. That guy can be whoever he wants. Just… please give him a chance. Give yourself a chance. You can be both. The Blond Arrow and just Arrow. And do you know how I know that?”
This time, he doesn’t say anything.
He simply stares at me with so much emotion that my knees get weak.
But I hold on.
Because I want to see him one last time, study him one last time.
I focus on his wicked jaw and sharp cheekbones. I focus on his tight broad shoulders. The sleek biceps, his muscular, powerful thighs.
The body built to be the best.
The Blond Arrow. Just Arrow.
My Arrow.
I reach my hand out and comb his sun-struck hair back for the last time. I lean in with my lips and kiss his cheek before whispering, “Because I believe in you too.”
And then, I spin around and I run.
I run, clutching the envelope to my chest as tears stream down my face. As my heart pounds and pounds in my chest and my legs, making me run faster than ever.
I run even when I hear him call out my name. Not once but twice.
In fact, I run harder.
I don’t wanna hear whatever he has to say to me because I know it won’t be what I want to hear: that he’ll stay.
So I keep going.
I scale the fence that I’ve done a thousand times before. I run through the grounds and race back to the dorm building and turn the knob again like I’ve done a thousand times before.
But when I get in, everything is different.
I haven’t seen this before, everything bright and loud, instead of dark and silent. Crowded hallway instead of a sleepy, empty one.
Up ahead there are girls, a large group of them.
All in their night clothes, their hair rumpled, faces turned away from me because they’re all looking at something.
A commotion of some kind.
There are voices and screaming and murmurs and gasps.
It takes me a moment to figure out that it’s Callie’s sweet high voice. “Can you just put that down? Is that really necessary?”
“Yeah, why are you being such a fucking bitch?” That’s Poe in her husky troublemaking voice.
“She deserves some goddamn privacy,” snaps Wyn, the soft and quiet one.
Crazily I think that it’s weird how I can tell all of them apart by just their voices. It’s a testament to the fact that I love them so much and I should go to them because they’re in trouble.