Page 52 of All the Bright Lights
“Just asking, boss.” Nick holds his hands up as if surrendering.
“Miss Hamilton will be finding her own way home.” I spin around, not having to look to know he’s following me.
I hop into the backseat of the car the second he unlocks it, wishing like hell I had my own car here so I could get the fuck away for a bit.
I stare out of the window as we drive away, my heart sinking deep into the pit of my stomach when I catch a brief glimpse of Clarke, sitting on the bleachers, cell phone pressed to her cheek, no doubt trying to find a way home.
I try to convince myself that I don’t feel bad, that I don’t fucking care one little bit. But I’d be lying.
Even knowing that, I still leave her.
Because I’m one stupid son of a bitch if there ever was one.
She just opened up to me. After days of trying to wear her down, I finally had her exactly where I wanted her. And what do I do?
I blow it all to hell to prove a point.
And in truth, I’m not sure it had the effect I was hoping for…
