She’d lied when she told Rory he could come get his car the next day. There’s no time to talk about it now, so I polish off the rest of my coffee and follow her back toward the car. Oh! She’s in love with Rory? What the freaking hell? Some of her odd behavior starts to add up, but how is this happening? It was years ago when she said it, but I knew it was the truth. You told me you’ve never been in love before, I remind her. Everything is going to work out how it’s supposed to. She sets her coffee down to pull me into a hug. I think it’s better not to know either way. I would have been obsessively checking to see if Apollo tried to reach out to me or not. After the past few days, I think that might have actually been a good thing. It totally slipped my mind that my phone was in my pocket when I’d gone tumbling into the pool on Friday night. I really hope it didn’t cost too much for her to replace. I’ve already missed too much, and it’s too early in the year to miss any more.

I’m not a morning person, and today we got up at six so I could make it back to school on time. I take it from her hand and down almost half of it in one big gulp. Mom comes to stand beside me, offering me a coffee. I got an email that your new phone will be delivered sometime today. I couldn't stop thinking about him, and it didn’t help that every time I shifted, I could still feel what we'd done between my legs. I learned quickly that it didn’t matter how much space I put between Apollo and myself, the heartache I felt didn’t lessen. We stayed at a fancy hotel for the entire week, ordering room service and binge-watching movies. Mom got the bright idea for us to get away for a few days, so we’d hurriedly packed and caught the next ferry off the island. Too bad my heart doesn't agree with my head.Īfter my mom and I left both of the Crew men behind, we went home. I let his cruel words play on repeat to remind myself he’s not worth crying over. I will not shed any more tears over Apollo. I will myself not to cry because I’ve done enough of it at this point. It was only last week that I wanted Craven Cove to be somewhere I could settle down and start a new journey in life. We’re on our way back to the island, and my stomach tightens. As we get farther and farther away from it, I try not to think about the cool wind biting at my cheeks. Istand at the back of the ferry watching the sun rise over the mainland.

Thick by Alexa Riley