♤♤JAKE'S POV♤♤My thumbs went instantly numb. And something hot coiled in my chest. Summer must have changed her password because of Hayden, maybe. Or to keep me out. I stared at her peaceful form, my heartbeat steady despite the rage building. A low growl rumbled in my throat.Nothing keeps me out, Summer. Not for long.I’d played this charade all my life, and made her believe I was the perfect, innocent best friend. That I’d been nothing but good. I’d actually believed that lie too, despite the things I’d done. I’d strived to be the best friend she wanted, but these days I’d felt that lie slip further down the drain more times than I could count.I exhaled through my nose. Trying to remain calm. I tucked the phone back under her pillow. Brushed a strand of hair off her forehead. She didn’t stir. Not even when I leaned close enough to taste the warmth of her breath. She was perfect. Asleep. Yet beautiful.I knelt lower. Close enough that my knees brushed the bedframe. Close enough th
♤♤JAKE’S POV♤♤“I miss you, though. How’re you doing?” she asked.“Fine,” Keith replied. “How about you? It’s boring here without you.”“I’m okay. I’ll be back home for Thanksgiving and Christmas.”“I hope so. Is college hard?”Summer let out a sigh. “So far? It’s been… okay. My lectures start tomorrow. How’s eight grade?”“Aside Mrs. Langford, it’s fine. Guess what? Owen finally has a girlfriend—”Then Mr. Peterson’s voice bled through the phone, deeper, heavier. “Is that Summer?”“Yes, Dad—”He took the phone from Keith and began to speak to his daughter.“Hey, Bunny…”“Hey, Dad.”I tuned them out. Just stared at Summer’s mouth as she laughed at something Keith said in the background. Her lips were soft and cracked at the corners. Her tongue darted out once to wet them. I felt it like a hook under my ribs.She deserved the best. She deserved better than Hayden. She deserved me—someone who knew how to keep her safe. Someone who’d break the world before it broke her. Don’t worry, Mr.
♤♤JAKE’S POV♤♤The car felt too small. Too dark, even with the sun outside. I could smell Summer’s perfume mixed with sweat and anger and something sour that made my chest twist.“Jake—” she tried.I laughed. It was soft, broken. Dangerous. I tapped the steering wheel with my thumb like it was Hayden’s throat under my palm.“Don’t.” I didn’t look at her. “Just don’t, Summer.”I pressed my forehead to the window. The glass was cool, soothing. My reflection looked wrong. Like someone I didn’t remember becoming. A man who almost let rage split his ribs wide open.“You’re still my best friend, Jake. You know that. We’ve been best friends since we were kids. Why should that end now? Because of… a little fight?”She tried to make her voice soft. Sweet. It worked on me all the time. It always worked like magic.“The fight wasn’t so little,” I said. “It is little,” she pushed. “We’ve had bigger fights. Remember eighth grade? When I fell down the stairs at school while talking to Reed Stevens
☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆The breeze cut through the trees like a warning I couldn’t escape from even if I tried. I didn’t have to turn around to see who it was. My spine knew him first. That voice soft enough to sound polite, sharp enough to slice skin.“She said to leave her alone.”Jake stiffened at my side. He grabbed my wrist. I felt his arm tighten, bone-deep. I turned before he could stop me. And there he was.Hayden.Of course it was Hayden. Because why wouldn’t my day get worse? My Soul Snatcher. My final bad idea wearing that grin that said I know exactly how to break you, and you’re going to let me. He smelled like trouble in the daytime and the thing I promised myself I’d never want again.Too late, nugget.He didn’t say it out loud. He didn’t have to. His eyes ate me alive and spat me out in pieces. Jake’s voice cut the silence then. Too calm, too casual. It was the kind of calm that could hide a knife behind its back.“You stalking her now, Hayden?”Hayden didn’t even glance at h
☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆I stepped out of the student advisor’s office clutching the folder to my chest like it was the last thing holding me together. My lip still stung where Hayden had bit it. I could taste the faint iron of it every time I pressed my tongue there, just to check if the mark was real. It was.Jake was waiting by the railing just outside the glass doors before the lobby. His phone in one hand, the other jammed in his pocket. He looked too neat for this cold, dusty hallway. Too sharp. Too perfect. And I was about to walk with him, looking like a dusty old hag in my mum jeans and crusty tee shirt.His eyes flicked to my mouth the second I stepped out. His smile was thin. Tight. A blade hidden behind white teeth.“All done?” he asked.I nodded, hugging the folder tighter. “Yeah. I got the override slip.”“Nice,” he said. “Hi-five.”Our palms slapped together—once, twice—then we flipped them, backhand to backhand, our fingers locking for half a second before we pulled apart. Jak
☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹The weekend went by too fast. Ever since Jake told me Hayden's a killer, I’d been a bitch avoiding Hayden like he’s the plague. The coronavirus or something possibly worse. Oh God. My heart is breaking. 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹It’s Monday and the sun was way too bright for a morning that felt like a storm inside my chest.“How much longer?”“It’s been two minutes since we left the penthouse,” said Jake.He was driving and I’d been nothing but tense since last night. Since Hayden left the penthouse and never returned. My hands gripped the worn folder stamped ‘Scholarship Office. Final Documents’ so tight the edges dug into my palms. “It’s going to be alright. This is college. It’s not high school. Everyone here’s mature,” Jake said.I stared out the window. “We were just kids running around with sticks yesterday. How did we grow up so fast?”Jake laughed—a short, humorless sound. “Beats me. Soon we’ll be talking about careers. Work. Family. More work.”His words hit