Page 110 of Hate To Love You

That’s one of the things I love most about her.

My phone continues to vibrate, and I’m about to chuck it across the room when I see Holland’s name on the screen.

“What?” I growl.

“Dude, are you still wallowing?” he asks. My fist clenches around my phone.

“I’m not wallowing.”

Holland laughs dryly. “Yeah, okay. Well, I talked to Gwen today,” he tells me, and my mouth runs dry.

“What?” I ask, my voice low. I hear Holland’s knowing chuckle on the other end, but I don’t even care. How did he talk to Gwen? What did she say? Did she mention me?

God, I sound like a heartbroken teenage girl.

“She was on Facetime with El. She’s really mad at you, bro,” he says, as if I didn’t already know this. I roll my eyes.

“Yeah, thanks. Did she say anything else? Like a reason or anything?” I ask, knowing the reason she’s angry is because of the lies Amy told her, but I want to know if Holland knows.

“Not that I heard. But she did seem concerned when I told her you were at the mansion alone,” he states, sending a spark of hope racing through my body. Maybe she doesn’t hate me as much as I thought she did.

It’s funny. We’re back to exactly where we started months ago. Her hating me, and me being a desperate man, needing her to want me.

“I did hear them say they were having a girl’s night tonight though,” Holland’s voice rips me out of my thoughts. “Are you ever going to tell me what happened?”

“Yeah. One day, but not now,” I say, hanging up on him.

As I toss my phone on the couch, it lights up with a text. I groan when I see it’s Logan texting me. Why can’t everyone just leave me alone.

Logan

Logan

You need to get your

ass home, like now.

Me

No thanks.

Logan

Mom is freaking out,

and dad is pissed.

I can’t help the sardonic laugh that escapes my lips.

Me

What’s new?

Logan

It’s not a joke, Ryker. I

don’t know what’s

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