I think I’ve taken it too far.
We’re driving down the Six, on our way to my Ma's house, the drive kind of long from the office. But it didn’t turn out like I thought it would, or rather, hoped it would, because Gard’s sitting in the fricking backseat, for fuck's sake.
I sigh quietly, glancing at her through the rear view mirror once. But just like last time, she’s staring out the window.
My grip tightens on the steering wheel, because this is really not how I’d imagined the car ride to go. I’d thought Gard will ride with me, in the front. But when this other girl, Hannah, slid into the passenger seat instead, Gard didn’t do a thing.
A thing.
Just stared at me like I was responsible for this. Like, the fuck?
It’s so frustrating to see that after that moment we had in the lift, after everything that's happened between us, she's never tried to... stand u
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