Chapter 40

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"I'm sorry," I whisper, just as he starts the car.

He shakes his head. "Don't apologize. I did the same thing to you, or do you not

remember?"

I sink into my seat remembering how it felt when he began to read the article about my accident, when he forced me into a panic attack.

The tension between us increases until I'm bouncing my leg on the ground to try and balance myself. He's angry, and it's coming off of him in waves. He grips the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white.

My phone vibrates in my back pocket.

A: Hey. I'm home now, need me to pick you up?

I roll my tongue inside my mouth and don't answer, instead I look outside the window, taking in the desert landscape.

It think about the last time I was on this road, about Jake and how that seemed to be the start of everything for me. The start of Jake and then the start of Aiden.

Koumpounophobia - Fear of buttons.

Rhytiphobia - Fear of getting wrinkles.

I fidget, remembering the sight of his broken heart plastered so clearly in his eyes. My heart rate increasing as I remember how angry he looked after the game, how he watched

me as if I had ruined him.

I'm so in my head, my mind spinning that I don't even realize we are in town until Zaid pulls the car a stop.

as realize that

"How-why are we here?"

"You're going to tell that

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he's done with practice?"

my messages? I look away from him and unbuckle my seatbelt. "You know where

smirks but it doesn't reach his eyes. "Yes. Small town. Ex-best friends and all

shit."

It's weird, to picture them as friends and even more devastating to think about the possibility that Zaid knows Aiden better than I do. What if he is right about Aiden being worse than what he

can't let myself think

be a snowball effect, starting with Jace, made worse by

but before I can shut the door, Zaid

"Alina."

bend over, looking at him through

smiles sadly. "Can I ask you

request from

the gym hallway and look at the basketball

shakes his head. "Just do

it until you

his hand from the steering wheel. "I'm not going to tell you.

just do it."

me, pulling out of the driveway and leaving me standing there. I have to give myself a few seconds to breathe, a few seconds

the door handle.

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