Chapter 4
Chapter 4
“That wasn’t a question,” I said, the words tasting sour in my tongue. “Whatever you said was not a
question. But that’s not important because I don’t need you, thank you very much.”
“Sure,” he repeated, turning my exasperation one notch up. “Although I think you do.”
“You think wrong.”
That brow rose higher. “And yet it sounded like you really do need me.”
“Then, you must be experiencing serious hearing issues because, yet again, you heard wrong. I don’t
need you, Aaron Blackford.” I swallowed, willing some of the dryness away. “I could write it down for
you if you want. Send you an email, too, if that’d help at all.”
He seemed to think about it for a second, looking uninterested. But I knew better than to believe he’d
let it go so easily. Which he proved as soon as he opened his mouth again. “Didn’t you say the wedding
is in a month and you don’t have a date?”
My lips pressed in a tight line. “Maybe. I can’t recall exactly.”
I had said that. Word for word.
“Didn’t Rosie suggest that if you perhaps sat in the back and tried not to draw any attention to yourself,
nobody would notice you were attending on your own?”
My friend’s head popped into my field of vision. “I did. I also suggested to wear a dull color and not the
stunning red dress that—”
“Rosie,” I interrupted her. “Not really helping here.”
Aaron’s eyes didn’t waver when he resumed his walk down memory lane. “Didn’t you follow that by
reminding Rosie that you were the motherfreaking—your word—maid of honor and therefore
everybody and their mother—your words again—would notice you anyway?”
“She did,” I heard Miss Traitor confirm. My head whirled in her direction. “What?” She shrugged,
signing her death sentence. “You did, honey.”
I needed new friends. ASAP.
“She did,” Aaron corroborated, drawing my gaze and attention back to him. “And did you not say that
your ex-boyfriend is the best man and thinking of standing in the vicinity of him, alone and lame and
pathetically single?
?those were your words again—made you want to tear off your own skin?”
I had. I had said that. But I hadn’t thought Aaron was listening; otherwise, I would have never admitted
it out loud.
But he had been right there, apparently. He knew now. He had heard me openly admit that and had just
thrown it at my face. And as much as I told myself I didn’t care—that I shouldn’t care—the pang of hurt
was there all the same. It made me feel all the more alone, lame, and pathetic.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I averted my eyes, letting them rest somewhere close to his Adam’s
apple. I didn’t want to see whatever was in his face. Mockery. Pity. I didn’t care. I could spare the NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.
knowledge of one more person thinking of me that way.
His throat was the one that worked then. I knew because it was the only part of him I allowed myself to
look at.
“You are desperate.”
I exhaled, the air leaving my lips forcefully. One nod—that was all I gave him. And I didn’t even
understand why I had done it. This wasn’t me. I usually fought back until I was the one who drew blood
first. Because that was what we did. We didn’t spare each other’s feelings. This wasn’t new.
“Then, take me. I will be your date to the wedding, Catalina.”
My gaze drew up very slowly, a strange mix of wariness and embarrassment washing over me. Him
witnessing all this was bad enough, but him somehow trying to use it to his advantage? To get the
better of me?
Unless he wasn’t. Unless perhaps there was an explanation, a reason, as to why he was doing this.
Offering himself to be my date.
Studying his face, I pondered all these options and possible motivations, not coming to any kind of
reasonable conclusion. Not finding any possible answer that would help me understand why or what he
was trying to accomplish.
Only the truth. The reality. We weren’t friends. We barely tolerated each other, Aaron Blackford and I.
We were spiteful to each other, pointed out each other’s mistakes, criticized how differently we worked,
thought, and lived. We condemned our differences. At some point in the past, I would have thrown
darts at a poster of his face. And I was pretty sure he would have done the same because I wasn’t the
only one driving along Hate Boulevard. It was a two-way road. Not only that, but it had actually been
him, the one causing our fallout. I hadn’t started this feud between us. So, why? Why was he
pretending to offer me help, and why would I humor him by even considering it?
“I might be desperate to find a date, but I’m not that desperate,” I repeated. “Just like I said.”
His sigh was tired. Impatient. Infuriating. “I’ll let you think about it. You know you have no other
options.”
“Nothing to think about.” I cut my hand through the air between us. Then, I smiled my version of Rosie’s
fake, toothy grin. “I’d take a chimpanzee dressed in a tuxedo before taking you.”
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