Leah Mitchell isn't the same shy, poor girl anymore. Now a college student, she is enjoying her life in the city and the freedom she longed for. She works hard and knows her worth. She has it all, but her heart aches for the only person from her pas...
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I continue standing in the rain long after Leah has left. I watched her follow Nash, shouting his name until he stopped walking and let her catch up with him.
Do I still have a chance? Did I make things worse by telling her all those things?
Shivering, I bury my hands in the pockets of my leather jacket and make my way home, hoping Bast is there and a conversation with him will somehow obliterate the gloomy thoughts swirling in my brain.
As soon as I'm back at our place, I ditch my jacket and shoes and enter the kitchen, seeing Bast next to the fridge. His eyes rake over me when he hears my footsteps and sees me in the doorway.
"Want some?" he asks, pointing to a bottle of beer he's holding.
"Do we have anything stronger?"
Bast's eyes flit to my face. I know he reads the distress on it because he nods and opens one of the kitchen cabinets to grab a bottle of Jack I didn't know we had.
He puts his unopened beer back in the fridge and gets two tumblers. "Ice?"
I shake my head.
Frowning slightly, Bast pours the whiskey into two glasses and gives me mine. I thank him with a nod and drag my feet to the living room, slumping into the couch and taking a sip from the glass.
"So, you saw her," Bast says, sitting next to me.
"I saw them. Nash, too."
"Oh shit," Bast mutters under his breath. "Did he see you together or something?"
A long exhalation leaves my mouth. "I don't know what exactly he saw and heard, but it was enough for him to know we have a history. He probably knows we kissed, too. Leah went after him, and I...I don't know if I really pushed her away this time."
"He would find out, regardless," Bast says. "Guys talk. Someone would see something sooner or later. He deserves better, Brian, and you know it. Nash is surely hurt, but it's good that thing between them is over."
I look at Bast. "Is it, though? She went after him. Maybe they will talk and—"
Bast shakes his head, not letting me continue. "Not gonna happen. Nash has trust issues; it's something about his parents. His mother cheated on his father or some shit like that. He wouldn't be with the girl who did that to him."
"It's not her fault," I defend Leah. "It's on me. And I don't know what to do."
Bast heaves out a sigh. "I suck at giving advice, but you should probably talk to Nash and explain your side of the story. It might hurt him less if he knows the truth."
I think about the pain on the guy's face, and my heart dips. I didn't want him to find out like that. It was never my intention.
"If he wants to listen," I say, looking into the amber liquid in my glass.
