"Don't you want to hurt me as much as I hurt you?"
"I want to rip your heart out."
"Do it, then. Fuck me like you hate me. And rip my heart out."
***
Everyone at Fairmont High School knows that Cleo Fitzgerald is to blame for putting her boyfriend...
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TONIGHT IS HALLOW-FUCKING-WEEN.
Brookes' house is being decimated by hoards of wasted superheroes and coked out vampires. It's been a while since I stepped foot on their property. The moment I walk through the door, memories threaten to gut me. This is why I never hang out with Brookes at his place. I always insist on going out. To bars or ragers. McDonald's. I don't fucking care.
Anywhere but here.
Here—I remember too much.
I remember where their guesthouse is located. It was where we first met. That was two years ago.
I remember where the second staircase is hidden. The one that led straight to her room. I remember the back gate. The one I used to sneak out of before anybody could catch us.
We were nothing but a year of stolen moments, but I'm pretty sure Brookes would've fed my balls to his Rottweilers if he knew what kind of filthy shit his sister was letting me do to her. Right under his nose.
***
Everyone at Fairmont High started calling her a slut once the rumors blew up.
Kylie claimed that Cleo was cheating on Travis while the poor bastard was still in a coma.
Kylie got it all wrong.
My girl wasn't a slut at all. We were both virgins the first time she let me in her bed. Cleo had never given herself to her ex or any other boy. Except me. Only me. Even though I wasn't her boyfriend. I wasn't her anything, really. I don't even know if we were friends anymore.
Because friends don't fuck like we fucked.
That alone made me want to protect what we had above all else.
***
I shouldn't have shown up at all.
I blame Brookes.
He was the one who texted at midnight and guilted me into attending his dumbass Halloween party.
Fitz: come out tonight
Me: No
Fitz: but I havent seen u in forever :(
Me: Cry about it :)
Fitz: asshole
Me: <3
I should've stayed home and told Brookes to fuck off. But I didn't. I guess not much has changed since high school. I still have a bad habit of showing up whenever there's hell to be raised.
Fitz: I still can't believe u joined the military, u dumb bastard
Me: Not all of us have a trust fund, you spoiled prick
