Page 34 of Race to Me

He laughs, stepping towards me. “No, don’t sit here and say some bullshit.” He moves a piece of hair out of my face. “We both know that kiss wasn’t a mistake.” Callum slips on his helmet before I can say anything else. “See you tomorrow, Blue.”

With my head whirling, I walk into the quiet dorm. Well, semi-quiet. Kate’s snoring so loudly that I can barely hear my disturbing thoughts. I look to the dark side of the room, thankful that Envy isn’t here, but my stomach churns when I know where she is. In Foster’s bed.

With Kate sprawled out on her bed and me not wanting to disturb her, I grab a blanket and crawl on the floor. There’s no way in hell I’m going to sleep in Envy’s.

I pull my phone from my pocket, terrified when I see fourteen missed calls and six texts.

It was on silent.

But it wasn’t my parents, and I roll my eyes when I open the drunken texts from Foster. Some are almost illegible.

‘Please ... pleasego straiight home.’

‘Freckless ...’

‘And byy go s traight home Imean ALONE.’

‘Or come back to me baby.’

‘I’m sorry for the last text. I’m sooo fucked up right now. I don’t want to scare you away.’

‘Please text me backk. I’m fucking sorry.’

I turn my alarm on and put the volume on high, hoping that Foster has fallen asleep, so I don’t get any more texts from him. No matter how much my heart jumps when I see his name on my phone, he hurt me.

I lay my head on the pillow, trying to get comfortable on the hard floor. Twenty minutes later, I’m almost asleep when the phone loudly rings. I fumble it in my hands, not paying attention or looking at the caller ID as I answer.

“Hello?” I whisper, worried I’ll wake up Kate, but she’s out.

Foster’s voice is small and slurred. “Why are you whispering? Are you with him?” He doesn’t sound angry, more so tired and sad.

“Are you serious right now, Ghost?” I try to disconnect myself from him; whispering with a stern tone is hard.

He grunts, asking, “What’s wrong, Sky?”

“You kissed her right in front of me!”

“What are you talking about?” He’s muffled.

“Envy! You stuck your tongue down her throat in front of me.” I remind him, not understanding how he’s forgotten already. The line goes quiet, so I continue, “I just can’t believe our kiss meant absolutely nothing to you.”

I should just hang up. I should ... but his desperate reply makes me think twice.

“It meant everything.” Foster says, his tone different. Sterner.

I scoff. “Then why did you do it?”

“I don’t know ...”

“Where are you?” I ask, pushing my brows together.

He groans. “I got sick, so I’m sitting in the tub.”

I can’t help that I’m worried and also pissed. “Get Envy to help you.”

“Listen to me, Sky,” It takes him a long time to get his words out. “I don’t fucking want her. Please, just listen.” I don’t respond; I wait. “Youarewith him, aren’t you?” Foster sighs, sounding upset. “I can hear him.”

I try not to snicker. What he hears is Kate’s loud ass snoring. “It doesn’t matter who I’m with.” I retort.

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