Page 97 of Fueled Hate

Always.

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Sadie

Class. Out of all the things we’re doing, we’re heading to class.

Surely, I should be doing something other than the mundane task of heading to class. If it were up to Dylan, we’d be in bed still. And I have to say, remaining curled up in bed with him all day is very appealing. But I feel like I need to find my peace and start living, not hiding.

What I can’t figure out is how to help Dylan find his peace, his contentment with what happen to Noah. He can say all he wants that he’s all right losing his car, but I don’t buy for one second that he doesn’t want to know the truth about what happened to Noah. And after the conversation about Parker, I want to know too.

“So, my mom asked if we’d go visit this weekend.”

“Um. I’m not sure that’s a good idea just yet. Last time didn’t go so well.”

“I had a few realities to face last time, and I took my anger and grief out on you. I can’t tell you enough how sorry I truly am. I’m good. We’re good. Come home with me, and I’ll gladly show you.”

“If you’re sure.”

“Totally.” He reaches over, giving my thigh a firm squeeze. “What if I were to ask you to come home with me for more than just the weekend?”

“I’d ask you if you were crazy.”

“I’d answer with I’m crazy about you.”

“Slick.” I smile, glancing out the window. “I’m not sure where home is but I have to finish school. It’s important to me.”

“That makes it important to me. Just know we have options, but I’m leaving it up to you because I’m along for the ride as long as you’re with me.”

“That I can agree to. We’ll figure it out together.”

Soon, we’re walking into the class. I sit next to Willow while Dylan takes a seat behind me.

Willow takes a quick look over her shoulder then leans over to me. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Everything is good,” I tell her honestly. It’s as good as I could hope for considering the events of last night.

The class goes by rather fast, then we’re heading off to Coyote Café for a much-needed caffeinated study session. Taking a seat at the table, Dylan informs Willow and me that he’s going to grab us some coffee.

“I know you care about him, but I’m worried about you,” Willow says.

“Really, I’m good.” I watch as Dylan stands in line, waiting on coffee. When he spots me checking him out, he gives me a sexy smile. Yeah. We should’ve stayed in bed all day. “Really good.”

“Has he mentioned anything about Noah?” Willow asks in a low voice.

“No. Maybe you can talk to Parker. Dylan just wants to know what happened that night. I think it’d help if he had answers to put his mind to ease.” Hopefully.

“He really doesn’t like talking about it. Every time I bring it up, he shuts me down.”

We take out our books and get situated as Dylan remains across the café, waiting in the slow-moving line.

Minutes later, Parker strolls in and plops down in the chair next to Willow. “Good morning.” He gives Willow a long smooch as she looks embarrassed by the sudden PDA. Parker seems unaware as he says, “I missed those lips.”

“Stop it,” Willow says, returning to her studies as she brushes him off.

“Come on. It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you.”

I know I’m staring, but I can’t help it. Willow is uncomfortable with Parker. I’ve never seen that before. And Parker is saying he hasn’t seen her in forever and telling her good morning like it’s the first time he’s seen her today. Maybe she went back to our apartment last night after all.