NovelEnglishChapter 33
JESSICA
Days had passed and | think everything just went back to normal. Or maybe it didn’t. Maybe I just got better at
pretending
Pierce is beside me, saying something about Mom and her medicine schedule, but it’s all a blur. His voice is just
noise now, | nod when I’m supposed to nod. | smile when I'm supposed to smile. I'm getting good at it,
Logan tried calling. He called once. Then twice. | stared at the phone until it stopped ringing. | told myself if |
answered, I'd have to say it out loud. I'd have to hear myself admit that everything fell apart. So, | didn’t pick up.
Grayson... Goddess. Grayson cto the house a few days ago. | heard the knock.
| felt him through the door like he was a ghost clawing atfrom the other side. | didn’t move. | didn’t breathe. |
just pressed my back to the wall and prayed he'd leave. He didn’t, not at first. He stayed. | could hear him
outside-breathing, shitting, whispering my nso broken and desperate it almost crackedopen again. But
| didn’t open the door not when he’s askingwhat he did wrong forto break up with him.
| didn’t open the door because if | saw him, | wouldn’t survive it. Because if | looked him in the eyes and saw him
shattered, it would ruin me. Because even now, even after everything, sstupid, bruised part ofstill loves
him.
Pierce foundhours later, curled up on the floor, still huping my knees, still shaking like I could shake the
memory out of me. He didn’t say anything. He just pickedup like | weighed nothing and carriedto bed.
That night, Pierce tuckedin like | was five years old again. He sat withuntil | fell asleep. | think he’s
scared if he leavesalone too long, | won't be here when he gets back.
I'm scared of that too.
“Jess,” Pierce says, stopping right before the door. His hand hovers near my elbow like he’s scared I'll bolt. He
insists on drivingto class. even though I tell him a hundred times | can manage. “You sure about this?”
| give him the fakest smile I've ever made in my life. “I'm fine, Pierce. Seriously.”
He doesn’t push. He just stands there, watchingwith that sworried look that makes my chest splinter
apart.
Istep into the classroom. | barely glance around-but my eyes catch on him immediately. Logan. He's lounging
back in his chair like he doesn’t have a single care in the world, messy hair, hall-lidded eyes. When he catches
| force a smile back. Honestly, | am not sure why | am even attending class. Mom is worried when | skip classes
last week so | promised her attend today, | don’t know what the teacher is saying. | don’t care. For the past 2
hours, my mind is numb.
It was when the bell rings i stop scribbling on my notes. However, | stay seated waiting for everyone to go out of
the classroom. | waited until it wasand Logan left.
He tilts his head a little. “You good, Jess?”
“I'm sorry.” | blurt out, voice cracking, barely above a whisper. | can’t meet his eyes.
Logan frowns. Steps closer. “For what?”
“For dragging you into my mess. For-“My voice breaks again. | squeeze my eyes shut for a second, fighting for
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There's a long, aching pause. Logan shits his weight, be wants to reach forbut doesn’t know if he’s allowed
“Jess,” he says, softer this time. We've known each other since we were kids, and | just ruined us.“It's me. You
don’t have to apologize.
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“I just “I cut myself off, gripping the strap of my bag like it's the only thing holdingto the earth. “I wasn’t
trying to hurt anyone.
“I know,” Logan says quietly.
| squeeze my eyes shut. Goddess, it would be so easy to just sink into him. To let him hold me, to pretend
everything's okay, to be somebody else for five fucking minutes. But | can’t. Because every t| close my eyes,
it’s still Grayson
it’s still him.
And it hurts.
Logan clears his throat. “You don’t have to talk about it.”
I nod, swallowing a sob that burns all the way down.” We're still friends, right?”
“After you kissed me?”
| finally look up at him, and he’s watching me, like he’s trying to figure out what piece ofto catch before | fall
apart again. | want to tell him everything
| want to tell him I'm so tired. That | miss Grayson so much it feels like I'm dying a little more every tblink.
But | can do is swallow it back, force a brittle, shaking breath, and shove my things into my bag.
“I'm sorry
Logan.
for that too,” | whisper, voice breaking around the words. | mean it. Goddess, | mean it. “I'm sorry you got hurt
because of me,
He chuckles under his breath, touching the edge of the bruise purpling along his jaw with a wince. “Hey,” he
says, half-laughing, half- groaning. “At least now we know why he’s going to be the future Alpha,”
The joke stabsright through the ribs,
| choke out a watery laugh, clutching my arms tighter around myself, trying to hold all the broken pieces inside.
Logan just smiles-lopsided, bruised, still trying to make it easier for me. “It’s okay, Jess,” he says, voice dipping
soft like a secret just for me. “I'm your best friend, remember? Baby, I'd take a punch for you any day.” He
nudges my arm with his elbow, gentle, familiar. “I'd throw a few back, too,” he adds, grinning, “just say the
word.”
That almost makescry again.
| blink up at the ceiling, biting hard on my lip to keep it together. “Thanks,” | manage, my voice barely a breath.
He ruffles my hair like I'm still that stupid kid he used to sneak cookies with behind the cafeteria. “Always got
you, Jess,” he murmurs,
We're walking toward the door when Logan glances at me, like he’s checking again if I'm okay, | nod-too fast, too
fake-but he lets it go, nudging the door open for me.
| step out first and immediately freeze.
Grayson is there.
Leaning against the wall just a few feet away, casual in a way that’s anything but casual Hands shoved deep into
his pockets. Shoulders tense beneath his jacket. His head tipped down, but his eyes-God, those eyes-are locked
straight on me.
He's a mess
There's a split on his lip, a bruised smear along his cheekbone. His knuckles look raw too, like he’s been fighting
something bigger than just
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Logan.
“U“Logan’s laugh is shaky, scraping the back of his throat. He squeezes my shoulders once, quick and nervous,
then steps back think i should go,” he mutters under his breath, almost like he’s asking permission
| don’t say anything. | can’t.
Logan backs away, tossing Grayson a pointed glare as he goes, but Grayson doesn’t even blink at him. He's not
looking at Logan. He's only
looking at me.
Grayson straightens up from the wall like it hurts to move, like every bone in his body’s bruised from the inside
out,
His shirt’s wrinkled, collar askew, blond dried in the corner of his mouth where it split. His eyes-god, his eyes-
they're hollowed out inged dark like he hasn't slept, like he’s bem dragged through every circle of hell and still
begged for more if it meant petting to seeone
last time.
“Jess,” he says a
sand almost fall apart. “Can we talk?”
He drags a hand through his hair, rough, helpless, and then his voice cracks apart when he says, “Please, baby
just need five minutes with
you.”
My throat closes so tight | can barely breathe. Five minutes. Five minutes to what?
To lie toagain? To breakall over?
| take a step back, “No,” | whisper, then louder, fierce enough to make my own ears ring, “I don’t want to talk to
you anymore, Grayson.”
For a second, he just stands there-lost-blinking atlike he can’t make sense of the words, like they're a
foreign language he doesn’t know how to survive. His mouth opens, shuts. He shakes his head like he’s trying to
clear it, like he’s trying not to fall apart right there in the hallway where everyone can see. And then, brokenly,
raw enough to scrape the marrow from my bones, he says,
“My father is going
to announce my engagement to Aria tomorrow.”
My lips part, air hissing in that feels like knives down my throat. | stagger a step back, vision blurring, nausea
climbing up my spine. “W-What did you just say?”
“I'm sorry,” he says, voice wrecked and small, so fucking small, like he’s the one about to cry now. “I didn’t want
it to happen like this-fuck Jess, | didn’t want you to hear it from anyone else. | just “he chokes off, running a hand
down his face. “I just needed to tell you first.”
Something insidesnaps.
Without thinking, without hesitating, | shove him back with both palms to his chest - hard-and when he
stumbles, blinking atlike he can’t believe I'd actually touch him like that, it my hand and slap him across the
face
“Fuck you,” | gasp, chest heaving, vision swimming in wetness1 can’t blink away. “Fuck you!”
“I'm sorry” he whispers,
s, voice hoarse, ruined, his arms loose at his sides like he’s forgotten how to defend himself. Tm sorry. | just. |
wanted you to hear it fromfirst. You deserve that much.”
| don’t even realize I'm crying until the bears it my lips, salt and bitter, sliding into the open wound he just made
deeper.
| don’t say another word.
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