Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
“Been on the internet, huh?”
“Dude. Near-death experiences are fascinating.”
A smile ghosts over my lips. “He was dead, and I wasn’t near death. They put me in a coma to help me heal.” I pause, my mind on the image of my dad next to my bed in the hospital. I play back the memory, the way he held my hand. “But it was a goodbye. He wanted to see me one last time…yeah, I believe that.”
“Always knew you did. You’ve discussed it with me, more than once, three times if you count this, and that’s the magic number. I’m your best friend. Crew and Hollis can suck it.”
I huff out a small laugh. “Best little bro ever.” My two fingers tap my heart twice.
He does the same.
“Ana… You’ve held yourself in check with her for a long time. That kind of tension eats at you, man, gets under your skin and never leaves. Your mom is sick, football is up in the air, and you don’t know what to do next. It’s okay to have moments where you freak out.” He nods. “I saw you running today. Like the devil was after you.”
“She calls me Snake.”
“What do you call her?”
My chest clenches. “Rainbow.” I sigh. “The what-ifs and should-haves are eating me up. She knows I authored that note.”
“You messed up. I was there. You wanted her.”
“I shoulda made my move, shoulda told him—”
“But you didn’t.”
“She loves him.”
“Does she?”
“She wouldn’t have stayed if she didn’t.”
“So? You never made your move. What did you want her to do?”
“Is this your method of talking me down? Hope you don’t become a therapist or some shit.”
“I’d make a fine psychologist.”
I pet Spike on his head. “She’s too smart for me.”
“Some people have other kinds of smarts.”
“She’s coming back to school, and I don’t know if I am.”
“Fate may have other plans.”
“She’s kind.”
“I’m pretty sweet, too.” He grins.
“She says I’m beautiful. Inside. Who says that shit?”
“Get over yourself. You’re an asshole.” He pats my shoulder. “Look, at the end of the day, if she’s what you want, I support it. I like Donovan. He’s a decent guy and he cares about the frat. But you, my friend, are our leader, and warriors deserve to have their glory. Who am I to stand in your way? Now, if you just wanted to bang her, I’d beat the shit out of you.”
My throat feels thick. “That’s not what this is.”
He shrugs. “Well, I’m a player. I don’t know jack about feelings, so I can’t really help, but…”
“My dad said to wait.”
“I get it, but who knows what that means? How do you know when the waiting is over?”
“I’ve thought maybe he meant to give her space, to let her find her way without me interfering, let her get over him, let some distance build up between her and Donovan, but I haven’t been doing that lately, obviously, and I feel like time is running out…” My voice trails off.
“You’ve had a shit year. Things were bound to snap.”
I nod. “Anastasia gets me, Benji. She doesn’t care about this revenge thing. I mean, maybe she did at first, but that’s not why she’s helping me. She’s solid and doesn’t pretend to be something she isn’t. She likes who she is, and so do I. Like I could see me and her…” together forever. “I’ve told her everything, my issues, about Mom. She sees me, likes how…messed up I am.”
“Not messed up.”
“You know what I mean. I never should have walked away from her last night. I should have manned up and laid it out for Donovan. But, now she’s here, with him. Dude. I don’t know what they’re saying down there and it’s…” killing me. I roll my neck, trying to ease the pressure.
He slaps me on the back. “Guinness? The Truth Is Out There? Where are your boys tonight?”
“Home. Packing for the break. What I should be doing.” With a long breath out, I rise up and hand Spike back. “Yeah. Let’s get out of here.”
There’s sleet falling by the time Benji and I leave the bar and head to my truck. It’s not bad, but I give the road an extra look over. People in the South tend to overreact when it spits snow, running out and buying milk and bread like a blizzard apocalypse is imminent. There’s hardly any traffic though. I check my watch. It’s ten. Is she home yet?
A text comes in from my boys, asking where I am and confirming their travel plans for tomorrow. Crew is flying to California and Hollis is going to Savannah for the break. I pause next to my truck to scan them.
Hollis sends, River, you wanna talk?
Um… I can talk about anything, this is known, but ??? I say and hit send.
One of the pledges came by and mentioned Ana was at the house with Donovan, he replies. They back on?