“That’s bullshit and you know it!”
“It’s not bullshit. You’re a sweet girl, Kate. You’ll meet a nice guy, and he’ll be just perfect for you.” Just saying the words leaves a bad taste in my mouth, but it’s got to be done. “That guy’s not me.”
“Then why are you even here?”
“I already told you. I wanted to see you and make sure you were okay.”
“You could have picked up the damn phone. You didn’t have tomoveto California.”
I don’t have anything to say to that because she’s absolutely right. I didn’t have to move to California. I could’ve found a way to reach out to her without relocating across the country on some crazy whim like a psychopath. But I had to see for myself that she was okay. And I had to be near her light. Something about Kate just soothes me, and I’d needed to be close to her.
“You know, Jay, I’m not as innocent, or as naïve, as you seem to think I am.” She shakes her head and starts walking past me. When she’s right alongside me, she adds, “And you’re not as bad as you think you are, either.”
I watch as she walks to her building, and I keep watching as she climbs the stairs to her apartment.
“Call me when you get over yourself,” she shouts just before she slips in the door.
I shake my head. She’s not as innocent as I think she is, eh? Well, that might be the case, but Iamevery bit as bad for her as I say I am. Whether she wants to believe it or not.
Guys like me…we’re poison for girls like her.