Page 25 of Crash into me

What’s this bitch’s obsession with green?

It has two straws, and that simple notion makes my heart shatter way more than the way she’s looking at him.

From the outside, if anyone else walked past them, they would look like a young couple in love; that’s how anyone would see it.

And that’s what’s killing me.

The knot in my stomach pulls tighter, suffocating the last of the butterflies I had left as she stands to go the bathroom. Her green nails rub over the hump on her stomach.

Their baby.

I throw my back against the window, so I won’t see anymore. I can’t do this.

I can’t get back into the Mercedes fast enough, can’t wait to get away from this shitty part of town. Can’t wait to get the fuck away from everything he is.

But the truth is, I’m envious of Envy. I’m torn, tattered.I wish I was her.

I drive for endless minutes, ending up at our tree. But I can’t get out.

The stupid fucking tree that means so much to me, to Foster, to us. I want to tear it down and hug it at the same time.

I stare at it, and what it’s done to us. And a brief moment of clarity washes over me. We deserve to be together, and we can get out of this terrible mess we’re in as long as we’re together.

This isn’t where I want to be right now…

Olivia Rodrigo’s Driver’s License comes through the radio, and I turn it up. I zoom over to Foster’s house, screaming at the top of my lungs how unfair all of this is.

The way Envy’s getting out of the car and how he’s opening the door for her.

I want to tell him to get away from her, but her stomach is protruding. A stark, soul-crushing reminder of the one memory I’ve tried to forget.

I watch for a moment longer as they stand in front of his steps, admiring each other. But when she leans up to kiss him, it physically hurts me so much that I cringe away, turning my body away from the terrible reality that I’m living in.

I guess he’s happy, and maybe she’ll change.

Telling myself that doesn’t help.

I turn around, fighting everything in my brain that screams at me to get him back, as I head back to my lonely glass mansion and he heads inside with her.

11

Foster POV

I’m standing on the front steps of my house with Envy. We just left The Burger Joint. It’s the first time I’ve been there since I went with Skyler.

I nearly couldn’t go, but that was where Envy wanted to eat.

“I had fun tonight.”

I nod, shoving my hands in my pockets. “Yeah, I did too.”

She stands on her tiptoes, bringing her lips to kiss mine.

A sleek black Mercedes peels out, its taillights fading quickly. I’ll never understand why people pay a ridiculous amount of money for a shit box like that. That motor is pretty quick, though.

“Ghost?”

“Huh?” I zone back to reality.

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