Today has been so weird, and I still donât know where I stand with the guys.
I told Jace I didnât want to sit at his table, but he insisted. Then Emerson overheard and wanted me to sit with him too, so I agreed. Jace told Em what he thought about that idea, but I just rolled my eyes. Jace needs to get over himself. I can be friends with Emerson if I want.
Iâve been hoping to speak to the three of them together, but Roman isnât here. Hunter strolls over to the table, and the look on his face is hard to read.
Then Britney fucking Montlake appears out of nowhere, and from the look on her face, sheâs not thrilled to see me here. Far from it. I donât think she likes me sitting at their table.
âHey, Britney.
,â Jace says, appearing caught. âWe need to talk about us.â
âWhat the fuck?â Britney gives off an ear-piercing screech.
My mouth drops. Holy fuck. Theyâre still together? Shit, how could I have forgotten. And after what we did on Saturdayâ¦I feel so guilty. I might hate her, but hell, I donât want to be the chick he cheats on his girlfriend with. Itâs cheating, yeah? He didnât touch me⦠No, I touched him. I feel my cheeks heat at the memory.
âWhat the fuck, Jace? Youâre fucking her now? After everything you said to me?â
I grit my teeth and tense at her words. Fuck this shit. Iâm out of here. I get up and push away from the table.
Jace and Hunter call out to me, but I donât look back. I continue to leave the cafeteria and walk into the warm sunshine of the day. I take a deep breath and shake my head and body.
I shouldnât have sat next to Jace. He hasnât spoken to me about what happened. I donât know if weâre friends. Heâs acting like we are but never said anything. I rub the scar on my palm and think about how things have changed so fast from the moment we got to school. Only last week not one of the guys would look at me, and now they want me to sit with them. Chat and laugh. Itâs surreal.
All I want is my three best friends back. But Saturday changed things in a way I hadnât been expecting.
I spot Roman sitting under a tree. Heâs hunched over and picking at grass shards. Hell, even Roman wouldnât speak to me earlier in class. He wouldnât even look at me.
I want what we had, before I left. I donât want to go back to what we were last week, but I know the kiss I shared with Roman is why heâs avoiding me.
I donât say anything as I sit on the grass beside him. His hair has fallen like a curtain around his face, but he tenses up. He knows Iâm here.
âI need to talk to you,â I start, but he doesnât look at me. He doesnât even speak. âRoman?â
He grunts and picks more of the grass. I think thatâs the best Iâm getting out of him for an acknowledgement.
âI donât want things to be weird, you know, afterâ¦â
Fuck, now I canât even say what happened. Because that wasnât just a kiss, and I donât want him to think it didnât mean something to me. No, it was an earth-shattering kiss, and as much as I want to do it again, I can sense he doesnât want to talk to me after it. And it will mess up everything I want if we do kiss. I want my friends back. I want Roman back in my life, picking flowers and hugs every day.
âCan we be friends again? Like we used to?â
Heâs quiet for a moment, and I watch the other students as they pass us by. Some look at us, and girls giggle as the pass by, checking Roman out. I canât blame them; he grew up to be so good-looking. Not that he wasnât always. I had a crush on him for a long time, but the same goes for the other two.
Still, the pact is important. Itâs whatâs going to keep them together. I canât ever pick one of them; I wouldnât do that. The pact is the best thing they ever came up with, and I canât mess this up again. I need them all back in my life.
I notice that Romanâs knuckles have split open, and blood trickles down his fingers. What the hell happened to cause that?
âShit, Roman. Your hand is bleeding.â
He sits up and looks at me, really looks at me. I swear, for a moment, I can see something lurking in the depths of his eyes. Something dark thatâs been there the whole time. Only, itâs closer to the surface now, and it scares me.
He needs me more than I need him. Heâs broken, heâs hurt, and the only one to blame is me for not being there for him when he needed me.
âGod, Roman, Iâm so fucking sorry.â I choke back tears. âIâm sorry I left you all alone. I didnât want to, please believe me when I say that. I was a sad little girl who couldnât bear hearing about how her friends were all having fun without her, so she locked herself away and cried. Until she was only a fragment of the little girl her friends once knew.
âWhen the girl emerged, sheâd turned into a broken puppet with vacant eyes, dancing for her mom and putting on a show. She used vices just to get through the week. Alcohol, drugsâ¦
. Until she got on that plane and knew she was coming back to her best friends. That she could finally live again. Be happy and free.â
I reach for his right hand, and he lets me touch him. I flip it over and see the scar there. I trace it with my thumb. His skin is rough, but the scar is still raised like mine. âBlood friends for life.â
He doesnât say anything, but he doesnât stop me from touching his hand either. We sit in silence until his fingers move to hold my hand. My chest swells with hope.
âFriends, Mila. I want us to be friends. Nothing more.â
He doesnât say anything else, and I donât either. I understand what heâs saying. He gave me the best kiss of my life, and I will never get to experience it again. But, in return, I have his friendship, and thatâs what I wanted to begin with.
As soon as the bell rings for class, I reluctantly let go of Romanâs hand and head to my locker. Iâm grabbing my books when I see Roman, Jace, and Hunter walking out of the school. They have classes, but theyâre leaving?
I follow them. I want to see what theyâre up to, and I find them close to where Jace parked his car.
âFuck you, the pact is total bullshit, and now you fucked up my chance to be with her.â Hunter shoves Jace, and I gasp.
Holy shit, theyâre fighting over me.
Roman holds Hunter back as Jace puffs up his chest. âWhat happened between usâ¦fuck, I want it to happen again, okay? You want me to say sorry? Well, Iâm not. Just like Roman kissed her. He isnât sorry.â
Roman shoves Jace then, and he stumbles back. Roman doesnât say anything, and Jace continues to stand his ground.
Fuck, I canât have them fighting. Theyâre best friends. Hell, they have a football game on Friday, and they canât be fighting. They work together so amazingly on the field, and I donât want to be the reason we lose another game. Not that I totally blame myself for that last one.
I need to talk to Jace and Hunter. Roman has already made himself clear, and Iâm glad. Just like with Asher, we need to set some boundaries. When Jace swings at Hunter, I scream. Jace misses and stumbles.
âStop, stop fighting.â I run at them. They all spin on their heel to watch me running, and I stop once Iâm between Jace and Hunter.
âJust stop, okay? Nothing is gonna happen.â I look up to Jace. âFriendship is more important than what we did, okay?â I spin around to make sure theyâre all listening. âNo kissing or touching and no sex. Friends.â
There is a loaded pause in the air. I feel the tension crackling between them, and I look to Jace, thinking heâs about to explode. But itâs not him.
âYou touched her?â Hunter growls out, as if thatâs the only thing he heard.
I throw my hands up. Maybe we canât be friends; maybe the whole sex thing is an issue. People used to tell me that I couldnât be friends with boys. Males and females just canât; theyâll always want more. I told them it wasnât true. That we could all stay friends. Even though I went through periods of crushes on the boys, thatâs all they were. I got over them, and we stayed friends.
âNo, I didnât touch her,â Jace replies.
That seems to calm Hunter down a little. I let out a sigh. How did I think this would ever work? Can I start today over again?
âShe touched me.â
My mouth drops open, and I turn in time to see Hunter lunge for Jace. I step out of the way as Hunter gets Jace into a headlock.
âFuck, stop it.â Roman grabs the back of Hunterâs shirt, and it rips while Roman tries to pry him off Jace.
Jace slams his fist into Hunterâs gut, repeatedly, and the two of them wrestle and grunt. I have no idea what to do. When they used to fight, it was easier. I could break it up. But now Iâm almost a foot shorter than them; itâs a little hard to jump in and stop them.
âJace, Hunter, stop!â Grady calls out as he runs to us.
He helps Roman pull them apart. Hunterâs face is flushed, and he coughs before trying to fix his tee. But itâs too far gone.
Jace shakes himself off and bounces on his feet, ready for another round.
âI was told there are three Rebels out here, fighting. Over a girl. Guess what?â Grady asks.
No one answers. Hunter and Jace just glare daggers at each other and ignore Grady.
âI knew it was you they were talking about the minute I heard it.â Grady lets out a loud sigh as he throws his hands up. âGo to class, and we can talk about this after training.â
All three of them look at Grady and nod. Roman is the first to leave. Hunter follows behind him, and Jace looks to me before cursing and walking to his car.
I move to call out to him, but Grady wraps his arm around my shoulder. âLeave him. Heâs upset with what happened between him and Hunter. If you want, I can drive you home? I have study hall right now, but I can drive you home and come back in time for training.â
I nod. That would be for the best. I can feel the eyes of students watching me, and I just need to go home. I feel exposed in a way I hadnât been expecting to experience today, and itâs too much.
Iâve made everything worse by returning here and thinking I can start up my friendships from four years ago like nothing has changed.
Everything has changed.