The Eighth Breakup ✓

Chapter 11 Don't You Remember Our Special Night Together?

Recap: Nolan and Helen returned from New York. Their parents found out about their lie. They don't want both of them to see each other anymore.

Chapter 11: Don't You Remember Our Special Night Together?

My parents took away my cell phone. No more contact with Nolan. Little did they know, I was grateful for that. I attempted to maintain my focus on the midterm exams, but that was hard to do.

We were responsible for the death of Hanna. And her unborn child. As much as I wanted to forget about the Manhattan incident, I couldn't. The guilt was building inside me, gnawing me, eating me up alive. Every time I tried to read something, Hanna's bloody face would flash in my mind. If not Hanna, then Chase. Those two occupants refused to leave my thoughts. If I hadn't been selfish and dealt with the consequences of vandalism, Hanna might still have been alive.

I was so damn stupid.

Now, I was going to suffer from bad exam scores.

"Mom!" I finally screamed, slapping my book shut in frustration.

"What?" she yelled from downstairs.

What did I want? "Can I go out for a walk? I need a break from physics."

"Be back by seven."

I dressed warm: shirt, hoodie, coat, jeans, winter hat, gloves, and boots. It has been freezing outside.

As I walked down the street, I heard a "psst!" I didn't turn rather began walking back home. It could be a kidnapper for god's sake. "Helen, wait!" I groaned, realizing who had said it.

"Nolan, go to hell."

My wrist was suddenly caught and pulled, forcing me to turn back to face Nolan. "I will. After the next two breakups."

We were exchanging words after four days. Nolan wore jeans and a jacket over top. His hair was getting messed up from the chilly wind. I didn't know why, but Nolan was out of breath. He maybe ran like ten feet and was panting after that? His heart really was "sensitive."

"You're insane and I'm on the verge of becoming insane," I said, breaking free of his grip. "I'm done with your breakup schemes."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Remember, Postulet, you're eighteen. You'll be sitting in jail for the vandalism and the break-in in my house." I clenched my fists, wanting to give him a good punch to the face. "Your family's reputation will go down the drain. Not to forget, no good college will accept you. Princeton's way out of the question." He slightly cooled down. "I didn't mean for what happened to Hanna. It was completely unexpected." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm sorry about that breakup."

"Nolan, we are responsible for two deaths," I whisper-yelled. "Sorry doesn't help."

"It's not our fault she got in an accident!"

"But it is our fault for getting into her life."

"I don't want to talk about it," Nolan said. Finally, I saw his guilt. He was running away from everything messed up he did. "Are you helping me with the last two breakups?" I shook my head. "So, you're fine with going to jail?" I closed my eyes for a moment. Why did he want to ruin my future?

It was just two more.

I was ruining people's lives to save mine.

"Of course, I'll help. It's not like I have another option," I said. "You're making me become as horrendous as you."

"Cool."

I stared as he pulled out his breakup notebook. The joy. He opened to a page with a photo of a red-haired girl. She had green eyes and a dimpled smile. Nolan had lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth. I slapped his face, making the nasty thing drop. He scowled and brought his hand to his cheek.