"Told me what?"
"To hate-fuck him."
Good grief. That was months ago.But apparently, she hadn't forgotten.
I replied, "Not that it's any of your business, but Ididn't'hate fuck' him."
This was technically true.
Even though I'd started out hating Brody, our encounters hadnotbeen hate-filled, not even in the beginning.
Her lips pursed. "Oh, please. Isawhim come out of your bedroom last night."
At this, I almost groaned out loud.Damn it.
Now I didn't know what to say.
Into my silence, Waverly said, "That's why he suddenly left town, wasn't it?" With a brittle laugh, she said, "What'd you do? Get all clingy? Guysreallyhate that, you know."
By now, my head was swimming so hard, I could hardly keep up with my own thoughts. I didn'tthinkI was clingy. It was true that Brody and I had been spending a lot of time together. But it hadn't felt like I'd been chasing him, much less crowding him.
And besides, I reminded myself, Brody had been sneaking intomybedroom, not the other way around.
Still, a little voice in my head whispered that he'd left awful quickly when I'd broached the subject of his family.
It was a bad sign, for sure.After all, true intimacy didn't come from sex so much as sharing secrets and what-not.
Maybe hedidthink I was clingy.
Throughout the day, I texted him several times – and even called him, too – but I neverdidget ahold of him, or receive any response whatsoever.
And, as if this weren't bad enough, I had a surprise visitor late that very same night.
Probably I should've been happy to see him. But I wasn't, not after I heard what he'd come to tell me.
Chapter 49
Arden
Waverly – along with all of her luggage – had left for the airport nearly four hours ago, and I was sitting alone in the crew house living room.
Apparently, I'd be staying here on my own. But for how long, I had no idea.
After Waverly's departure, I'd poked my head into Brody's bedroom in search of some clue on how long he might be gone, or if he planned to return at all.
What I saw gave me at leastsomehope. The way it looked, some of his stuff was still there, which suggested that he'd return eventually.
But until I actually talked to him, I had too many questions and no answers whatsoever.
As the hours passed, one question loomed larger than the rest.Were we broken up?
But maybe that didn't even apply. Maybe we'd never truly been together. After all, our relationship had been a total secret, except to Cami, who now wanted to kill him, thanks to me crying on her virtual shoulder just an hour ago.
As for my calls to Brody, they remained unanswered. With every passing minute, I grew more and more angry. Already in my head, I'd told him off at least a dozen times.
While I stewed on the couch, I was working on yet another way to tell him exactly what I thought of his recent behavior when a knock sounded at the front door.
Startled by the sudden noise, I gave the door a perplexed look. It was nearly ten o'clock at night, late for visitors, especially when I wasn't expecting anyone.
