later, babe.” His fingers brushed my shoulder and he disappeared down the hall. I opened my door and shut it, hard, leaning against it to make sure it was closed. I threw the roses on the floor.
Yellow roses my ass.
***
He didn’t text me until late. Zan and Lottie were having a movie night and everyone else had plans of some sort. I was on the phone with Stryker when Zack texted me.
“I have to go,” I said, sighing. He’d been playing me “Imagine”, by John Lennon on his banjo.
“Where to?” I wasn’t going to be able to lie to him. I passed the phone to my other hand so I could put on my jacket. We hadn’t had snow yet, but it was definitely coming.
“I’m having a chat with Zack.”
He paused for so long that I thought the call had dropped. Finally he spoke, and it sounded like he was gritting his teeth on every word.
“I’m not going to call you an idiot, but you will be if you go. Don’t do it, Katie.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, Stryker.”
“The only reason I’m telling you what to do right now is because you know that you shouldn’t go. I know you know that you’re going to regret it.” The only thing I’d regret was not getting the last word, but I wasn’t completely immune to the fact that Zack had hurt me in the past, physically, and he could again. It was a risk I’d be willing to take to have this over.
“I can hear you thinking,” he said.
“Shut up.” I grabbed my key card and my purse. “I’m going. I’m going to make a clean break with him, that’s all. The end.” The roses were already history; torn and bruised at the bottom of the trash can. I’d taken great pleasure in tearing off each individual petal. My stomach had gotten over whatever had affected me and my head was clear. I was doing this.
His voice was soft and insistent. “Don’t do it, Katie. Please.”
“Why do you care?”
“Because I care about you!” he yelled. “Christ, how can you not know that?” I stopped, my hand on the doorknob. He wasn’t supposed to care. That wasn’t part of our deal, not that we’d sat down and really talked about it, but I assumed that was implied. I shouldn’t have let him sing to me, or talk so much. I should have made a “just sex” line.
I didn’t have time to think about this.
“Then if you care about me, you have to let me make my own decisions. I’ll call you after and you can gloat all you want when you’re right, but I’m going. End of story. Bye.”
I shut my phone off and walked down to meet Zack in the lobby.
***
Stryker was right. I realized it the moment I got into Zack’s truck and he started driving. His energy was different from the afternoon. I didn’t know if he’d been drinking, but I’d seen this side of him before. This was the Zack Parker that scared me. He turned off the main road and into a deserted parking lot.
He hit the automatic locks on the door and his smile dropped.
“So I heard you’re seeing that freak who tried to beat me up at the Kappa party.” All my confidence and bravado deserted me.
The key to dealing with this Zack was to speak calmly and slowly until I could get out of the truck. He wasn’t going to let me go until he’d had his say.
“I’m not seeing him Zack. We’re just friends.” Stryker and I weren’t even friends. I still wasn’t sure if I even liked him or not. But Zack wouldn’t understand that, so I had to simplify it.
He smashed his hands on the steering wheel.
“Don’t fucking lie to me!”
The parking lot was dark; there was no one around. I just had to let him have his say and then he’d let me go.
I took a breath to steady myself and try to calm down. My enemy right now was panic. “I’m sorry, I’m not lying to you. I’m not seeing him. I’m not with anyone. Look, you said you wanted to clear the air, so let’s do that.”
“Oh no, you’re not getting off that easy.” He turned slowly and the streetlight I saw the gleam in his eyes. The heart-melting smile was gone, replaced by something I’d never seen before.
The next moment my head hit the dashboard and I screamed.
The moments after that were a blur of yelling