Nate:Why West? Of all the guys, why him? Have you thought about what will happen when this ends badly?

Not if, but when. He’s so sure I’ll fuck this up. Tears swim in my eyes before I wipe them away.

Mom:I’ll deal with your brother. Let me know you are okay.

My mom, I text back.

Me:I'm fine. Talked to Dad. Going back to my room now.

I debate deleting West's texts, and I almost do, but I know my dad won’t be happy if I don’t at least glance at them.

West:Hey you, okay?

West:Where are you?

West:Can we talk?

West:I'm so sorry. Please talk to me.

West:This is all my fault. Let me fix it.

There are a bunch of texts from him all asking about the same thing, but it's the last one that breaks me.

West:Baby girl, please tell me you're okay.

The nickname he's been using the last two weeks. The one he hasn't used since we got here. It's too much.

I can't do this.