Page 111 of The Bro Pact
“Did those three weeks together mean nothing to you? Because I feel like I’m staring at a fucking alien right now.”
“We have no future together. Not like that,” I murmur, staring off to the side while everything is blurring as I try to hold myself together a little longer.
When I look back, his gaze is cold and detached, sending a chill down my spine.
“You’re trying too hard to be completely straight, and it’s painful to watch.The pact is fucking over.” Ren rips his friendship bracelet off and throws it to the ground at my feet, storming out of my house and leaving a Ren-shaped hole inside my heart.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
WARREN
It’s been two days since the fight that ended everything including the pact, and I haven’t heard from nor seen Kyle.
My whole life has changed—exploded really—and now I’m not okay.
I lie awake each night, unable to sleep and slowly falling apart inside.
The person who usually keeps my head above water is nowhere to be found, and the pact that was supposed to fix everything has ruined it all.
I’m so stupid.
I should have known Kyle would never choose me—a man—once we were back in Haven Creek, but I chose to have hope, however useless it was.
But what I wasn’t expecting was for Marissa to come back with a fight of her own.
I clutch Kyle’s favorite shirt to my chest, the one I’ve yet to return to him.
My heart is shattered and bloody, each beat a painful slice inside my chest. My ribcage throbs, so I press my hand to it.
How could he do this to me?
To us?
We were supposed to be friends forever.
Desperate to talk to someone who actually cares about me, I call Val, and she answers on the second ring.
“Hey, baby bro! ’Sup?”
As soon as I hear her cheery voice, the floodgates open. “Val,” I cry, wishing my big sister was here in person to give me a hug.
“Renny?What’s wrong? What happened?”
I sniffle into the phone, unable to pull myself together enough to answer right away.
“Who’s ass do I have to kick?” she asks seriously, and I huff out a weak laugh.
“Can you come home?” I ask vulnerably. “I really need someone to talk to.”
The things I need to tell her definitely require an in-person conversation.
“Of course, Ren.I’m at the mall with Emma, but we’ll check out ASAP, and I’ll be right there.”
“Thanks, Val.”
“You bet.”
I hang up, flopping back on my bed and staring at the ceiling, going over my entire conversation with Kyle in my head, including every hurtful thing we said to each other.
