hit me again at
once—just seeing him.
When Finn saw me, he tilted his
head like a question. Probably wondering why I didn’t come into the room like a
normal person. But I didn’t feel like a normal person. I felt abused. Like I’d
had my heart plunged into with a knife—by that boy standing right over
there. That boy that I used to love. And trust. With all of my heart.
It made me suddenly unable to move.
Finn hopped up from the chair he’d
been leaning against and scrambled over to me.
“Zoey, man. It’s awesome to see
you. It feels like I haven’t seen you in months!” He tried giving me a hug, but
I stepped away from him.
“Yeah, it feels longer than a week,
huh?” I collapsed into the vinyl-type couch that was conveniently located right
next to me. Otherwise, I probably would have slid down to the floor because my
legs were about to give out. What was I doing here? I wasn’t ready for this.
Ready to talk to him—this boy that had betrayed me.
What
am I doing here ?!
Finn slipped into the chair next to
me. It was set up at a table with cards, but he turned away from the table to
stare at me as though he was trying to read my mind.
He watched me sit all rigid and
probably abnormally, then scrubbed a hand over his face. “Bianca’s been coming
here to see me—every day.”
I’m
not surprised . I had no idea why he was telling me this. Did he want me to
feel jealous? Or maybe guilty? Guilty that I didn’t
come see him, but Bianca did? Well, I didn’t feel that. I just felt even more
betrayed, if that was possible.
Finn grimaced. “She’s trying to
convince me I love her—not you.”
“Maybe you do.”
He laid his head on the table and
exhaled. “The doctors here are trying to tell me I don’t love either of you.
That I wouldn’t have cheated on you if I loved you.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “Sounds
reasonable.”
“Zoey! Stop being like this. I do love you! I have always loved you.”
“You cheated on me.” I folded my
arms, still trying to be what he was getting at with his “stop being like
this.” Distant and unemotional. “Maybe Bianca’s right.
Maybe you love her.”
“Zoey, I don’t! You know I don’t. I
don’t love Bianca. I don’t want Bianca. I only want you. You’re all I ever wanted, from the moment I first laid
eyes on you, Zoey. It was always you.”
“Then you really blew it.”
Finn blanched, all the blood draining
out of his face. He clenched his jaw muscles, wiping at his pooling eyes.
“Yeah, I blew it, Zoey. I admit that.” He shook his head somberly. “I blew it
so bad. But what about you?” His eyes locked on mine. “My best friend, Zoey?”
There was such hurt in his voice. I used to would have caved at that. Big time.
But now I braced myself, remembering him and Bianca—seeing them
together—and his constant denials. Constant lies that made me feel
pathetic and crazy for being suspicious and jealous of them.
When I didn’t cry or act moved by
his emotional distress, Finn quickly took another tack. “He’s a player, Zoey.
You know that. But look, you also know me. I’m faithful to you. I’ve always
been faithful.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“Okay. One screw
up. One. But the guy is probably back with Ava
right this minute. You know that, Zoey. He always goes back to Ava.” He tried
to take my hand, his voice going soft. “Just like we always go back to each
other.”
I shook away his hand and shook my
head. No. No way. I wasn’t going to be manipulated. Not this time. Yes, I’d
forgiven him for things over and over. But that was back when he was my bright
shining angel—back when I trusted him and believed he could do no wrong.
But the boy had wronged
me—big time. A hundred times over. And unfortunately for him, my eyes
were opened now. I knew what I wanted.
What I wanted was the boy who had
bought me my favorite green sweater, and let my little brother pee in his hot
tub, and my sister wash his hair—I wanted
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