neck, her tear-soaked face buried in my chest.
âGet off of me,â I say, attempting to unwrap her arms from me.
âWhy do you always assume Iâm going to leave you?â She tightens her grip.
âBecause you will.â
âIâm not going to Seattle to leave you, Iâm going for myself and my career. Itâs always been my plan to go there, and this is an incredible opportunity. I asked Mr. Vance while we were figuring out what we were going to do, and I planned on telling you so many times, but you either cut me off or didnât want to talk about anything serious.â
All I can think of is her packing her bags and leaving me with nothing but some bullshit note on the counter. âDonât you dare tryto blame me.â My voice doesnât hold as much conviction as I intended.
âIâm not blaming you, but I knew you wouldnât be supportive; you know how important this is to me.â
âWhat are you going to do, then? If you go, I canât be with you. I love you, Tessa, but Iâm not going to Seattle.â
âWhy? You donât even know if youâd like it or not. We could at least try it, and if you hate it, we could go to England . . . maybe,â she says with a sniffle.
âYou donât know if youâll like Seattle either.â I look at her with blank eyes. âIâm sorry, but you have to choose: me or Seattle.â
She looks up at me for a moment, then moves back to the passenger seat without a word.
âYou donât have to decide right now, but time is running out.â I put the car in drive and pull out of the small space.
âI canât believe youâre making me choose.â She doesnât look at me.
âYou knew how I felt about Seattle. Youâre lucky I kept my cool back there when you were with him.â
âIâm âluckyâ?â she scoffs.
âThis day is shit already; letâs not fight about it. Iâm going to need an answer by Friday. Unless, of course, youâll be gone by then.â The idea sends a chill through my body.
I know sheâll choose meâshe has to. We can go to England and get away from all this bullshit. She hasnât said a word about missing classes today, which Iâm glad for, since thatâs another fight I donât want to have.
âYouâre being so selfish,â she accuses.
I donât argue, because I know sheâs right. But I do say, âWell, some might say selfish is also not telling someone when they plan on leaving them. Where are you going to live? Do you already have a place?â
âNo, I was going to look for one tomorrow. We leave Wednesdayfor the trip with your family.â It takes me a moment to realize who sheâs referring to.
âWe?â
âYou said youâd go . . .â
âIâm still trying to recover from this Seattle shit, Tessa.â I know Iâm being an asshole, but this is so fucked up. âAnd letâs not forget you calling Zed,â I add, doubling down.
Tessa stays silent as I drive. I have to look over at her multiple times to make sure sheâs still awake.
âAre you not speaking to me now?â I finally ask her as we approach the parking lot of our . . . my apartment.
âI donât know what to say.â Her voice is quiet, defeated.
I park, and it hits me. Shit. âYouâre dadâs still here, isnât he?â
âI donât know where else he would go . . .â she says without looking at me.
We get out of the car, and I say, âWell, when we get upstairs, Iâll ask him where he needs to be dropped off at.â
âNo, Iâll take him,â she mumbles.
Even though my girlâs walking next to me, she seems miles away.
chapter six
TESSA
I âm too disappointed in Hardin to argue, and heâs too pissed at me to speak without screaming. He