Despite growing up together, Catherine Simmons and Mattis Reed were never close.
Cat was inseparable from Mattis' younger sister, Chloé, while he was busy running around on the football field.
But when Cat's new dream drags her across the country du...
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Cat's not talking to me.
She hasn't answered any of my texts or phone calls. I'm unsure what I expected after what happened five days ago.
Did I really slutshame her because I'm a jealous little bitch?
Yes, yes, I did.
My mother must be so proud.
Oh god, if Mom finds out, she might actually disown me. But that's nothing compared to what Chloé is going to do.
Although, for some reason, there has been radio silence from her as well. I was expecting a phone call threatening the crown jewels, but I haven't heard a peep from my sister in the last week.
It's nerve-wracking.
Maybe that's why. Maybe Chloé knows that I know that she knows, and she's deliberately waiting to punish me because she's aware that awaiting the reckoning is its own form of torture.
If that's true, my sister is an evil mastermind.
But that doesn't seem right. Chloé is not subtle or manipulative. She's not one to bide her time. She drops the hammer fast and hard at the first sight of wrongdoing. It wouldn't surprise me if she came to kick my ass in person. So why hasn't she?
And while that is an oddly perplexing ordeal, it's not my main focus.
I need to find a way to make it up to Cat. Like right now.
I suffer through my last class of the day, completely zoned out. By the time the professor wraps up, I haven't heard a word she said. I check my watch; pretty sure Cat is done with her classes for today, too. If I'm lucky, I can catch her at home.
I haven't done that yet; gone by her place. I've been waiting for her to respond to me. Giving her the space she's clearly craving, but I can't keep doing that. Not seeing her, not being allowed to apologize is driving me insane.
I trudge across campus, keeping my head bent low. It's drizzling, tiny drops of rain clinging to my hair. The ground is full of puddles I have to dodge as I walk.
I start keeping an eye out as I approach her dorm building. She should be on her way home. It's pathetic that I know her schedule this well, yet it is handy now.
When I'm about fifty yards from her building, I finally spot her. My chest tightens at the sight.
Her red hair is slightly darker than usual. She's bending her head against the rain; her hands stuck into the pockets of the hoodie she's wearing. It's not mine. I never thought seeing a girl not wearing my clothes would be this heart-wrenching.
I'm stuck in place, heart in my throat as I watch her, suddenly scared shitless. What if she doesn't forgive me? I'm so consumed by Cat that it takes a while before I notice the two people walking behind her. They're keeping a short distance, talking together. Blondie is bundled up in a rain parka, nothing but her face visible. She grins at Asshat, who's in a fucking t-shirt, his muscular, tattooed arms on display. Seriously, dude?
