It was a loaded question, and he darn well knew it. "You know I can't."
"Well, there you go."
It was like talking to that same old brick wall. But if he wanted me to beg, he had another thing coming. With my heart hammering, I opened the car door, stepped out, and shut it quietly behind me. And then, I stood, watching silently from the curb as he roared off to wherever.
A half-hour later, I was back in bed, still dressed, but under the covers. Lying there like the pathetic slob that I was, I tried to tell myself that I was back in bed not because I needed a good place to cry, but because with Selena showing up so early, I'd gotten almost zero sleep.
I tried to tell myself other things, too. I told myself that Jake and I would work it out. He wouldn't really stay away until Monday, and someday, we'd look back at all these stupid fights and laugh.
But for now, I definitely wasn't laughing.
I still wasn't laughing a couple of hours later when the doorbell jolted me out of my jumbled thoughts.
Reluctantly, I got up, trudged to the door, and looked out the peephole, only to see someone I hadn't been expecting.
It was Jake's youngest brother, Joel. And the way it looked, he was mad as hell.
