Page 72 of Blakely and Liam

“Fuck my ex. Fuck everything about him, I just don’t even care.”

She worked her mouth a few times, starting and stopping herself, then said, “You just need to get through tomorrow night then you never have to see him again.”

I nodded.

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I stared at my phone for a long time. I wanted to call Liam, this was the longest I had gone without talking to him. We had been checking in, texting, all day, every day for weeks. Now I was truly alone. Why hadn’t he called?

Didn’t he know that this was a mistake? He was usually the first person to point out that I had made a horrible, horrible mistake.

I counted on him.

I had been coerced by Jess, my judgment clouded by stress, there were too many things going on at once. It was too much, I was too much. My drama. Too. Much. I was pushing him away for his own good, because I was mature. Because I was going to protect him from being strung along by a terrible person in Los Angeles. I was being an adult. Being wise.

I burst into tears and ugly cried for a long long time.

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