☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆ Jake Dylan. My ex–best friend. Standing in the arrivals like he owned the damn airport. Grin in place. Shades shoved into his hair. Sleeves rolled. Hands in his jeans pockets. All casual, all practiced. I wanted us not to go near him. And lucky for me, Hayden pulled me away. Jake’s smile dropped for a second. Then he followed, quick-footed, trying to keep up. “Hayden, Dad asked me to pick you up personally,” he said, smiling again, eyes sharp. “Said I should make sure you got home safe.” Hayden didn't respond. Neither did I. We just kept walking. “Dad could have sent the driver, but he chose me, your brother.” No reply from either of us still. “Hayden?” Jake tried again. Suddenly, he gripped Hayden’s arm. Hayden went rigid beside me. “You’re not listening,” Jake said, voice soft now. Like he had been wronged. Like he was on the verge of tears. “Get. Your. Hands. Off. Me.” He obeyed. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “Dad asked me to pick you up.” “You’re lying,”
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