Zed’s wild eyes and shit-eating grin mock me as I try to collect my fucked-up thoughts. When Tessa turns to me, her movements are painstakingly slow. Her blue-gray eyes are wide, pupils blown out in surprise when they meet mine.
“Hardin . . .” I can see she’s saying the words, but her voice is small, lost in the wind.
Unsure what to say, I stand still while my mouth drops open, closes, opens—back and forth in an endless pattern until the words finally fall from my lips. “So this was your plan, then?” I manage.
She pushes her hair back from her face, her mouth turns to a frown immediately, and she rubs her hands up and down her arms, which are crossed in front of her chest.
“No! It’s not like that, Hardin, I—”
“You two are quite the fucking schemers, aren’t you? You . . .” I point to the bastard. “You fucking scheme and plot behind my back and try to make a move on my girl, over and fucking over. No matter what I do, no matter how many times I pound your goddamned face in, you still keep crawling back like a fucking cockroach.”
Amazingly, he dares to speak. “She’s—”
“And you . . .” I point to the blond girl who has my world under the sharp heel of her black shoe. “You—you keep playing mind games with me, acting like you give a fuck, when really you’ve been planning to leave me this entire time! You know I won’t go to Seattle, yet you’re planning to run off—without telling me!”
Her eyes glassy, she pleads with me. “That’s why I hadn’t told you yet, Hardin, because—”
“Stop fucking talking,” I say, and her hand moves to her chest, like my words are causing her pain.
Maybe they are. Maybe I want them to, so she can feel what I feel.
How could she humiliate me this way—in front of Zed, of all people?
“Why is he here?” I ask her.
There is no evidence of his smug grin when she turns to look at him before looking back at me. “I asked him to meet me here.”
I stagger back in mock surprise. Or maybe it’s real surprise—I can’t tell what these feelings really are, rushing through me so quickly. “Well, there we go! The two of you obviously have something special here.”
“I only wanted to talk to him about the charges. I’m trying to help you, Hardin. Please, just listen to me.” She steps toward me, moving her hair from her face again.
I shake my head. “Bullshit! I heard your entire conversation. If you don’t want him, tell him right now, in front of me.”
Her watery eyes plead silently for me to give in and not make her humiliate him in front of me, but it doesn’t sway me.
“Now, or I’m done with you.” My own words burn like acid on my tongue.
“I don’t want you, Zed,” she says, facing me. Her words are rushed, panicked, and I know it’s hurting her to say them.
“At all?” I ask, mimicking Zed’s grin from earlier.
“At all.” She frowns, and he runs his hands through his hair.
“You never want to see him again,” I instruct. “Turn and tell him that.”
But it’s Zed who speaks up. “Hardin, just stop. Leave it alone. I got the message. You don’t have to play into his sick game, Tessa. I get it,” he says. He looks pathetic, like a sad child.
“Tessa . . .” I start, but when she looks up at me, what I see behind her eyes nearly brings me to my knees. Disgust—she is full of disgust for me.
She takes a step toward me. “No, Hardin, I won’t do it. Not because I want to be with him—because I don’t. I love you—only you—but you’re only doing this to prove a point, and it’s ugly, and it’s cruel, and I won’t help you.” She bites the inside of her cheek, trying not to cry.
What the hell am I doing?
With fiery intensity, she tells me, “I’m going home; when you want to talk about Seattle, that’s where I’ll be.” With that, she turns to walk away.
“You don’t have a way to get home!” I call to her.
Zed reaches out an arm in her direction. “I’ll take her,” he says.
Which breaks something in me. “If I wasn’t already in a bunch of shit because of you, I would kill you right now. I don’t just mean break a bone, I mean I would literally crack your skull open against the concrete and watch you bleed out all over this—”
“Stop it!” Tessa yells as she turns, covering her ears.
“Tessa, if you—” Zed says softly.
“Zed, I appreciate everything you’ve done, but you really need to stop.” She tries to sound stern but fails miserably.
With a final sigh, he turns on his heel and walks away.
I head to the car, and as soon as I’m near it, my father and Landon appear—of fucking course. I hear the click of Tessa’s heels behind me.
“We’re going,” I tell them before they can get a word in.
“I’ll call you in a little while,” she says to Landon.
“You’re still going Wednesday, right?” he asks her.
She smiles at him, a fake smile to mask the panic behind her eyes. “Yeah, of course.”
Landon glares at me, obviously noticing the tension between us. Does he know about her plan? Probably—he probably helped her develop it.
I climb into the car, not even trying to hide my lack of patience.
“I’ll call you,” she says again to Landon and waves goodbye to my father before getting in. I immediately turn the music off as she buckles her seat belt.