Today Tonight Tomorrow - Rachel Lynn Solomon Page 0,91

mistake.”

A mistake.

He hunches his shoulders, turning slightly away from me. The shock of learning this was one-sided sends me backward a few paces. A boulder shoved into my chest. So I was played, then. After all these hours, I am still merely a game to him.

Hours. It’s only been hours. A mind can’t change that quickly—and yet mine did. I was so sure his did too.

I force my face not to fall, force my hands not to tremble. My heart, though—that’s the one I can’t control. When I was younger, I never understood it when someone’s “heart sank” in a book. It’s not physically possible, I told anyone who’d listen. Now I know more than ever before exactly what it feels like for a heart to sink. Except it’s not just my heart; it’s my entire body that wants to crumble.

He’s so embarrassed about what happened on the bench that he won’t even look at me, instead immersed in what must be a fascinating dip in the sidewalk.

“Rowan?” he says, as though he wants to make sure I heard him break me.

“Right. Right,” I say with more conviction than I feel. It’s too cold outside, and I hug my arms tight around myself. It doesn’t stop that sinking feeling. It doesn’t stop the pressure building behind my eyes or the way my voice sounds strained and high-pitched. “A huge mistake. Got it.”

“Glad we’re on the same page,” he says, but his words are clipped, and he sounds anything but glad.

“Good thing we came to our senses. I mean, you and me? In what universe would that have made sense?” If I force myself to say it out loud, maybe I’ll believe it. It has to make this hurt less. “The rest of the senior class would have had a field day with it.”

I think about all the moments I was too cruel, the times I pushed him away. If I’d done the opposite, would we be having this conversation? Or would it only be more painful?

“Can we—can we just drop it?” he asks. Stammering. “Please?”

“Sure. Fine.” I kneel down to open my backpack, searching for my keys. I can’t look at him right now. I don’t want him to see that I’m on the verge of crying. He doesn’t need more ammunition.

God, what is wrong with me? Neil McNair wouldn’t have been my perfect boyfriend. Under no circumstances is he the person I should have been with.

My fingers close around cool metal, and I make a tight fist around the keys to anchor myself. Maybe he deserves to win the game after all. He tricked me into thinking I had feelings for him, then somehow turned them real. He’s the true champion of Westview, ensuring this final competition would end with me utterly sunk.

“We only have two more clues,” he says, softly this time. He turns to face me. Fuck. I hope he doesn’t think he needs to treat me delicately now. I’m not sure what would be worse, the teasing when I confessed my ninth-grade crush, or this. “Let’s finish them up, and then we can figure this whole thing out.”

This is worse. Definitely this.

“There’s—there’s nothing to figure out.” I spring to my feet so quickly my head spins. I clutch the keys tighter. “We can go our separate ways now or at the end of the game or after graduation. Why drag it out? You and I don’t know how to be friends.” Vengeance fills me up, the way it has all these years. It has to replace the sinking feeling. The drowning. I want to hurt him back. And I know exactly where to jab right between his ribs so he’ll feel it the most. “The worst part is—I liked the person you were today! I liked spending time with you too. And that’s why it’s so upsetting you were holding something back the entire day. You could have told me so many times, but you didn’t. I thought you were different, but maybe you’re more like your dad than you thought.”

Regret hits me immediately. Again with this stellar ability I have to tear him down. It made me strong the past four years, but tonight it only makes me feel small. This isn’t me. At least—I don’t want it to be.

I watch his face as the remark hits him. His eyes grow dark, and his mouth opens slightly, like he might say something, but nothing comes out.

“That’s a shitty low blow, and you know it,” he

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