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Sabin’s being a goddamn *. I hope he falls over while standing up on the moving truck. I hold up my middle finger.

“Oh yeah? A f*ck-you? Good to see there’s a little fight there after all. You better go after what you want. What’s yours. He’s right there, Blythe. He’s right f*cking there! Go get him.”

I hold up both middle fingers.

“Oooooh, my feisty girl is back! Maybe you’ll run a little faster now.” Even with the music at high volume, and Estelle and Eric singing and slamming their hands on the car to the beat, I can hear Sabin clear as a bell. So I know that Chris can hear him, too. “So what’s it gonna be? Are you gonna fight? Are you gonna win?” Sabin is full-on screaming at me now. “One f*ck-you for no, two for yes. Do you want him, Blythe? Do you want him enough? Do you f*cking love him enough?”

I hate Sabin right now, but I am running harder and stronger than I ever have.

And I hold up two middle fingers. Of course I love Chris enough.

Sabin grins and winks.

My emotions are raw now, and against my will I look in the driver’s mirror. Chris is watching, mouthing, Come on, come on … His face is serious, nervous almost, and his piercing eyes are glued to me. Soon I don’t hear the music, I don’t hear Sabin screaming at me, or my feet slamming into the concrete. I hear nothing but air and see nothing but Christopher. He wants this for me. It’s because of him that I have any capacity to power ahead in this run. I do want him, and I do love him. I would lay down my life for his, and what enrages me is that I f*cking know he would do the same for me. If I can run fast enough, far enough … If I can run through the heartbreak …

Eric starts clapping, and I know that I’ve hit the distance. I slow to a walk, pulling my eyes from Chris’s. I have to stop and put my hands on my knees. I can barely catch my breath. The truck stops, and Sabin hops over the back. The music turns off, and all I hear is my struggle for air. “You did it, kiddo! That was awesome. Get in and we’ll drive you back.”

My breathing slows enough that I can talk, but not enough to completely stifle the choke in my voice. I stand up and put my hands on my waist. It’s a battle to get my words out. “You’re a son of a bitch, Sabin. I love you, and I will always love you, but don’t ever f*cking do that to me again.”

“Blythe …”

“I’m not kidding. I know what you were trying to do, but it’s over for him. It will never be over for me, but it’s over for him. I don’t need the extra humiliation, I don’t need him hearing all of that, and I don’t need to fall apart again. So f*ck you for pulling that shit.” I drop my hands to my knees again. I feel like I’m going to throw up. “Fuck you.”

Sabe steps in closer and puts his hand on my back. “I’m sorry.”

I nod. “I know.”

“It can’t be over.” He sounds as sad as I am.

“But it is.”

Now Sabin’s voice cracks. “Why … why didn’t he choose you?”

I hear Zach’s words in my head. I tell Sabin, “He wants to hide, and I can’t take that from him.”

I look up at Chris in the driver-side mirror for a minute. For a moment I think he’s going to get out of the car, but he doesn’t. I turn around and walk away.

I am miles from the dorm, but I’ll walk it alone.





CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE


The Most Hollow Victory


Sitting in an upscale Madison restaurant with Annie, James, and Sabin hardly seems real. But it is. Annie looks exactly the same, and I admire her as she sits across the dinner table from me. She’s let her straight brown hair grow to midway down her back, and she compulsively tucks it behind one ear every few minutes, just as she always has. Her brown eyes are as expressive as I remember, and she still has the ability to say a thousand words with one eyebrow arch. Seeing her is exactly what I need right now. To some degree, she will always remind me of the torturous aftermath of my parents’ death, but I’m ready to move past that. She is full of smiles and exuberance, and we do not talk about my parents or the fire. We focus instead on the future, since that’s all I want to think about right now.

Sabin has, of course, charmed the absolute shit out of her. While the biker jacket is still on, he is surprisingly wearing a button-down shirt and dress pants. It’s an odd combination, but Sabin is a bit of an odd combination so this suits him.

Annie refills her wineglass and holds up the bottle with a questioning look. “More?”

I shake my head. “No, I want to be clearheaded for graduation tomorrow.”

“Then I’ll toast to your magazine internship on my own. I’m so proud! It’s much more exciting than my boring lawyer work, although at least I’m happier telecommuting. What will you be doing for the summer, Sabin?” Annie asks, turning to him. “You’ll be a senior next year, right? Big year ahead.”

“I’m going to stay here in Madison and do some performances with a community theater. They’ve got a great summer lineup, and I’m preparing to dazzle the city’s entire female population. So sorry you won’t be here for that, Ms. Annie.” He is an incorrigible flirt.

“I’m sorry, too.” There goes the eyebrow. “And your brothers and sister? What are they doing?”