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The next day at school passes dreadfully slow.
We’re all tired, our eyes red from staying out so late last night at the bonfire.
People are a little less whispery around us, some even saying hi to me when they see us Aiden and I walking together. I don’t think I’ve seen the worst of the backlash for dating him though, because Sadie hasn’t been in school all week.
I’m afraid of what will happen when I see her.
I spend lunch with Aiden, sitting on is lap and Nikki sitting on the opposite side of the table, laughing with Parker.
By the time shool is over, I am ready to go home and knock out on my bed.
Aiden meets me by the door of my last class, instantly wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in for a kiss. I breathe into him as he deepens it, swirling his tongue in my mouth.
“Mmm, I miss you,” he hums.
I chuckle, pulling away but keeping our faces close.“You’ve seen me every day, Aiden.”
He thrusts his hips into mine, hissing. “You know what I mean.”
My stomach flutters.
“Want to come over tonight when I’m done with practice?”
I nod, pressing a kiss against his lips.
“Spend the night?”
I hum, “Are you going to make it worthwhile for me?”
He cups me between the legs, dragging his teeth across my earlobe. “You tell me.”
I press my legs together. “Okay, okay. I’ll stay over.”
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He laughs against my lips. “I’ll text you when we’re done, baby.”
He kisses me again, dipping me low enough for me to panic and grab onto his arms.
“Aiden!”
With a chuckle, he lifts me up, and kisses me one last time before walking toward the gym. I huff as I watch him walk away, wishing we could go straight to his house right
now.
I walk out of campus and start my way home. I hear the engine of a car in the parking lot and I look up, my heart slamming in my chest.
Zaid is there, in his car, his gaze locked on me. He watches me and when I still, he gives me a stiff nod. O
I swallow, my mouth dry. He doesn’t say anything, no words pass between us, but I know
what he’s asking me. I don’t really think about it, because I’ve been thinking about him
since yesterday.
I have questions for him and I need answers.
I sit on the passenger side, and he drives away, not speaking a word. The ride is quiet, the
entire time and I anxiously pick at the scar on my wrist.
Thirty minutes later I’m sitting across from Zaid, the diner quieter than last time,
through still full of different conversations and clinking dishes.
“You come here a lot?”
He shrugs, not even looking at the menu as he orders us drinks and some fries. “It’s
nostalgic.”
His eyes are pensive, serious and it triggers a curiosity in me. “Why?”
He turns to face me, studying me for a second before he whispers. “It was my mom’s favorite place.”
I exhale, my chest caving in as it aches. He asked me about my brother last time we were here, he asked me because he wanted me to ask him about his mom. “Can you tell me about her?”
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His reaction is immediate. A flash of anger crosses his eyes and his jaw tightens while his nostrils flare. He looks away, staring out the window before turning back to me.
I swallow, trying to find the right words to tell him it’s okay if he can’t talk about her yet, or right now.
But he beats me to it, shaking his head with a bitter laugh. “My mom? I feel like I don’t know how to talk about her.”
“I just… you don’t have to. It’s just that I can tell she meant a lot to you.”
He laughs louder. “Meant a lot? That’s an understatement.”
I wrap my arms around myself, and just like last time, we are interrupted by the waitress as she puts a basket of fries in front of us and our two drinks.
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