Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 356

Chapter 356

An abortion?! Seriously?

Tanya was still out here stirring up drama, as usual.

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But, whatever. If she wanted to be extra, let her. I've got enough problems right now. There was no way I was about to go play hero.

"Let her be," I said, shrugging it off.

"Whoa, not playing the saint today?" Lena teased, reminding me just how much I used to butt into everything.

I smirked. "The saint went rogue."

She burst out laughing. "I love it."

After she hung up, I dragged myself to the demolition office to deal with the final paperwork. They handed me a form, saying I had three days to pack and bounce.

I thought I'd been ready for this since I first saw that demolition notice. I even started packing. But now, with the deadline set in stone, it hit me like a truck-my apartment was about to be torn down, for real.

When I got back to the complex, I just stood there, staring up at the building like an idiot. The old ladies I used to see hanging around? Gone. Probably moved already.

Hayden was next to me until I finally gave up and

skipping over any small

my head,

but right then, I was just done-too wiped to even

Hayden could always read

From."

let out

but I was already halfway up the stairs.

grabbed the bag from

well to force a conversation. We climbed the

out my hand for the bag. He didn't give it back right

knew what I meant, but he wanted me to say

my hand. "I went and dealt with my parents'

bit. "At least eat

hungry," I muttered,

a pause, he finally handed

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apartment, leaning against the door once it shut behind me. I didn't bother turning on the lights. The dim, fading sunset poured in through the windows,

came back here, I'd done the same thing-just stood in this spot, taking it all in. Nothing had changed. Even after living here for three months, I'd kept everything exactly as it was before. Hayden, thankfully, hadn't touched a thing either. He got it. I looked around at the familiar furniture, and for

newspaper. The second he'd hear me come in, he'd glance up, smile, and say,