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  childish, but I wasn’t ready to watch that. I shook my head.

  He frowned, and a crease formed between his brows. “Why not?”

  I shrugged and dropped my gaze back down to my tray of untouched food.

  “Please? If you don’t come in there, I’m coming out here, and I really fucking hate to eat in the heat.”

  I lifted my eyes back to meet his, and this time I frowned. Why would he come out here? I was fine. I had a book. No one at that table wanted me there. Especially Brady. I held up my book to show him, and then I put it back down.

  He chuckled, and my stomach fluttered. Dang it.

  “You want to read in the heat instead of sitting inside with me?”

  I nodded.

  “That’s a blow to my ego, babe.”

  Babe. He’d just called me babe. Of course I’d also heard him call other girls babe. But he’d never called me that. I would not smile like an idiot. Babe wasn’t even a very nice word. I should be insulted.

  But I wasn’t insulted at all. Crap.

  “Are you worried about Brady? Because he’s fine with our friendship. I’ve even got Serena in there too. He sees that. He knows I’m not moving in on you.”

  That got me back to where I needed to be. Thank you, West Ashby, for reminding me where I stood. I really wanted to read my book. I held it up again and gave him a tight smile.

  He frowned and let out a frustrated sigh. “Fine, read your book.”

  I nodded in agreement. That was exactly what I’d planned to do. He shook his head and turned and left me there. Alone again. Just like I’d asked for.

  Good.

  Well, it was supposed to be good. It was what I wanted.

  So why did it feel even lonelier now that he was gone? If he’d just stayed inside and not come out here, I would have been perfectly content. Now I was going to have a hard time concentrating on my book.

  I saw West again at my locker before last period. He said he hoped I enjoyed my book. Then he brushed the hair off my shoulder before leaving me.

  Aunt Coralee picked me up from school like she usually did, since Brady had football practice for three hours every day. She always had a snack waiting for me when I got home, and she chatted about her day.

  I listened while I ate, and when she asked me questions, I answered with a nod. She didn’t expect more and, unlike Jorie, she didn’t seem annoyed when I didn’t reply. My godmother still hadn’t texted me to see how I was. I’d kind of expected her to. It wasn’t that I missed her—being away from her was definitely a relief—but she’d still been a big part of my life growing up. She was like my aunt. Always at family events and holidays.

  Once I was done eating, I hugged Aunt Coralee because she liked it when I did that, and then I headed upstairs to my room. Uncle Boone wouldn’t be home for a few more hours. He would get off work and then go to Brady’s practice and watch the last of it. Then they’d talk about it over dinner. Like they did every night.

  I knew the routine here, and I felt comfortable with it.

  I wondered whether, if I’d come to live here right after my mother’s death, I’d be better by now. If I would trust people more. Maybe I would be different. Maybe I wouldn’t have lost so much of myself. Wouldn’t have lost the girl I’d once been. I didn’t know her at all anymore.

  I no longer heard from the friends I used to have. They stopped texting me weeks after everything happened. Mostly because I never responded. My best friend and my boyfriend had gone to prom together that year. I’d seen their photos on Instagram. I hadn’t even cared. None of that had mattered anymore.

  And I had thought that nothing would matter again. That I’d lost all those emotions and feelings. But West was showing me that I wasn’t broken. That my heart still worked and I still could care. I just wished it wasn’t all working and caring for him.

  I fell back on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I needed to get myself level-headed again. West was watching his father die. I knew how painful that was. He needed me to be his friend. He had enough girls wanting him for something more. He didn’t need that from me, too. So pouting and getting upset over him and a girl was wrong. If a girl made him smile, I should be thankful for that.

  I was going to be a friend to West. I wouldn’t let my heart keep me from being what he needed.

  We Weren’t That Damn Funny

  CHAPTER 18

  WEST

  It was game day. I used to love Fridays during football season. Dad would always wake me up, and we’d eat breakfast together while we talked over the plays and what I needed to do to win.

  This morning I’d woken up to a clatter of dishes in the kitchen. I’d jumped up and run down the hall to find Momma standing in the middle of a pile of broken plates. Tears had been streaming down her face as she’d looked up at me. “I was trying”—she’d sniffed—“to make you breakfast. I couldn’t reach the top shelf. Your dad always reached the waffle iron for me. I slipped and pulled the second shelf down with me.” Another sob had shaken her chest.

  I’d gone over to her and pulled her into a hug. “Momma, go back in there and be with Dad. I can make my own breakfast. I’ll clean all this up. He needs you with him.”

  She’d nodded against my chest and sobbed again.

  That was how I’d started my day.

  Getting to school and seeing Maggie was all I thought about as I kissed Mom’s cheek good-bye and then kissed my dad’s forehead and promised him we’d win big tonight. I’d tell him all about it when I got home.

  My chest hurt, and my throat felt tight, but I knew if I could see Maggie, if I could hear her voice, I’d be okay. Calling her wasn’t an option because she’d be in Brady’s truck and she wouldn’t talk in front of him. So I had to get to her this morning and get her alone. Before I completely broke down.

  Brady’s truck was parked outside school when I pulled up. Never had I been more thankful to see it in my life. I didn’t waste any time talking to people who called out my name. I had to get to my locker. To Maggie.

  When I saw the back of her hair, my chest eased some. She was here. I focused on her as I made my way through the crowd, needing to remind myself that I could do this. I could make it through this. Maggie was with me.

  “Hey,” I said almost breathlessly as I got to our lockers. I waited for her to turn and look at me. It was odd how just the promise of seeing her made things seem better.

  She closed her locker and then turned to face me. The smile on her lips slowly fell as she studied my face. She knew. Without me saying a word, she knew I was dealing with some shit. That was something I needed from her. Her understanding without me having to explain.

  Her hand slid over mine as she stared up at me with a gentle strength that was just Maggie. I flipped my hand over and threaded my fingers through hers. Then she squeezed my hand tightly even though it dwarfed her small one. “I’m here,” she whispered, barely moving her lips.

  That was what I needed. The tightness in my chest eased away, and I could breathe deeply again. “Bad morning,” I explained, although she’d already figured that out.

  She nodded and her thumb brushed against my hand. I liked the way it felt to have her palm pressed against mine. Everything I doubted about myself, about my ability to deal with this, about life —she cleared it all away with just one touch.

  “Good morning, sexy.” Serena’s voice broke the spell that had been wrapping around us, and Maggie’s hand was instantly gone. She moved away from me before I could say anything, and then she slipped past me and into the crowd.

  I jerked away from Serena’s hand on my shoulder, pissed she’d interrupted us. I didn’t get much time with Maggie during the day. If I was going to play tonight, I needed her to help get my head right.

  “What’s wrong? You tense about tonight? You know you’ll be amazing. You always are.”

  I moved to my locker without answering her. The past couple of days she’d been good for me. With her hands on me and her mouth
doing things for me that felt more than good, I wasn’t thinking about anything else.

  But today Serena would have to back off. Sex was not what I needed. Forgetting everything by getting off between her legs or in her mouth wouldn’t work today. That only lasted for a few minutes. Then the shit was all back.

  Only Maggie’s presence helped me.

  “What’s the matter? You’re all grumpy. Come to the bathroom and I’ll ease some tension for you. Like yesterday. You liked that, didn’t you?”

  I didn’t want to be reminded how low I had sunk. If Maggie knew I used girls like this, she’d be disgusted with me. She hadn’t used anyone to ease her pain. She’d dealt with it alone.

  No one got hurt just so she could feel better.

  “Not interested today. I got the game to focus on,” I finally said to Serena, moving past her and toward my first- period class before she could catch up to me.

  By lunchtime I had missed Maggie at her locker twice more, thanks to Serena holding me up in the hallway. My gaze was locked on the door of the cafeteria, waiting on Maggie to come inside. I knew she’d go out to the picnic tables again. She’d been doing that most of the week. I’d tried to get her to come inside, but she didn’t want to. She wanted to sit in the heat and read.

  Serena came in first and made her way straight toward me. I knew I’d asked for this by messing around with her, but today I wanted her to just step back. We were fooling around; we weren’t in a relationship. She seemed to be forgetting that, even though I’d made it very clear before we had sex the first time on Wednesday. Two days later does not make us exclusive.

  But she sure was trying to get her claws in me.

  I shifted my gaze back to the door, waiting on Maggie. Just seeing her would help.

  “So, you and Serena, huh?” Brady asked as he sat down across from me.

  I shrugged. “Not serious.”

  He laughed while opening his drink. “I don’t think she realizes that.”

  “I made it clear Wednesday when she started this thing.”

  Brady nodded. “You fuck her?”

  This wasn’t his business, but I nodded.

  He smirked. “Actions speak louder than words.”

  I was getting pissed. What was his deal? It wasn’t like he wasn’t fucking Ivy, and we all knew he wasn’t serious about her. She was a rebound from that mystery girl he’d dated this summer. The one he was always too busy with to do anything else. The one none of us had ever met.

  “What’s your problem?” I asked, annoyed, and still keeping one eye on the door for Maggie.

  He leaned forward. “My problem is, you’re going through hell right now. I want to help you, but I don’t know how. The person you want to help you has been through her own hell, and she doesn’t need you holding her hand secretly in the halls and fucking Serena in the damn bathroom hours later.”

  Whoa. Okay, so he saw us holding hands this morning. That was what this was about. I got that.

  “You’re my best friend, West. I can’t imagine what you are dealing with. But I do know Maggie doesn’t need you playing with her head. It’s not fair to use her, man. She lost both parents at once. In a fucked-up, crazy, horrific way. Don’t do this to her. Please, don’t hurt her.”

  Serena sat down beside me before I could say anything else. “Y’all ready for the game tonight?” she asked in true cheerleader-pep style.

  Brady glanced at her and gave her a smile that didn’t meet his eyes and nodded before dropping his gaze to his food.

  I wasn’t hurting Maggie. It wasn’t like she had feelings for me in that way. I had been careful to keep this at a friends level. I mean, she hadn’t even liked me in the beginning. She understood me now, but she wasn’t attached to me. Was she? No, she wasn’t. She was too good for me, and deep down she knew it. I had explained to Brady that we were just friends. So, obviously, I was allowed to fuck other girls. And I wouldn’t hurt Maggie. Hell, I’d kill anyone who did.

  Serena was saying something, but I didn’t hear her because Maggie had walked into the cafeteria. Her gaze immediately locked on mine. She smiled at me then turned away quickly. Like she did every day. She wouldn’t look at me long, and that smile wasn’t a real one. Why wouldn’t she look at me? Had I done something wrong?

  Asa sat down on my left, and Gunner sat down beside Brady. Talk about tonight’s game soon took over, and I didn’t let myself worry about Maggie sitting outside all alone, reading in the fucking sun. I also managed to ignore Serena’s annoying laughter. We weren’t that damn funny. Why did she laugh so much?

  You’re Much Stronger Than You Think

  CHAPTER 19

  MAGGIE

  I need to talk to you.

  I stared down at my phone. It was a text from West. He’d been upset this morning, but I left when Serena showed up. I wasn’t into watching them be all over each other. I was doing what I promised myself, and being his friend. That didn’t mean I had to like Serena.

  Thursday I’d ended up in the restroom at the same time as her and some other cheerleaders. She was telling them how she had given West a blow job in the guys’ bathroom that morning. That particular image was one I wanted to cut out of my brain.

  Even though being West’s friend did not mean I had to hang around him and his whatever she was, he had clearly been hurting earlier. His morning with his dad had to have been bad. Now it was time for the pep rally, though, so I wouldn’t get a chance to talk to him about it.

  I moved out of the way of traffic in the hallway as everyone hurried to the gym so I could text him back.

  Okay. Do you want to talk after the pep rally?

  I sent the message and waited a minute to see if he replied.

  “No, I want to talk now.” His voice was in my ear as his hand wrapped around my arm. Then he was moving me away from the crowd and down the empty hallway.

  I didn’t ask where we were going. I just went.

  He opened the door to a classroom that didn’t look like it was used anymore and guided me inside.

  There were no desks in here. It was a small empty room with only one window. I turned to face him as the door clicked closed.

  West closed the distance between us, but he didn’t touch me. He just stared down at me as if he were searching for some answer.

  “I can’t do this tonight. I need to be home with my dad. He’s just getting worse. What if I’m out playing a game and he . . . goes? What then, Maggie? How will I forgive myself for not being there beside him? For not being there to hold my momma? She’s gonna need me.” His eyes became watery even though I knew he wouldn’t cry, and he rubbed his hand over his mouth and nose. “God, I can’t do this. I can’t. He loved football. We loved it. But I love him more.” He spoke each word as if it were ripping him open.

  I reached over and took both of his hands in mine. That always seemed to calm him. “What would he want you to do? If it were his choice, what would your dad want?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

  West sighed and hung his head. “He’d want me to play. He always wanted me to play.”

  I didn’t say anything more. I let him think about it as we stood there. He laced his fingers through mine and held on to me as if he needed me to survive.

  “What about my momma? She’ll be alone if I play.”

  “Is there someone you can ask to stay with her during the game? Someone she trusts?” I asked him.

  He lifted his head. “Your aunt.”

  Aunt Coralee would be there in a second if he’d only ask. Brady would want her there. He wanted to do something to help. If he thought his momma missing his game to go sit with West’s mother would help, he’d want that.

  “Ask her. She wants to help. Brady wants to help. Let them. If anything were to happen, I’d have her text me immediately, and I’d be on that field to get you.”

  West’s eyes had dried up and he nodded, his jaw clenched, as if he were fighting the urge to scream. I knew how that felt. I had actually sc
reamed, though. I hadn’t been able to control myself when I was faced with my mother’s death.

  “You’re much stronger than you think,” I told him.

  He pulled me closer to him then bent his head and kissed the top of mine. It wasn’t what I daydreamed about, but it was what I had. And I cherished it.

  “Thank you,” he said as his arms wrapped around me and held me against him. I wanted to sigh and sink into him, but that was not what this was. He was simply looking for comfort. And I would give him that.

  “You’re welcome,” I replied against his chest.

  We stood there for a few more moments before he stepped back and let his hands fall away from me. I felt cold without them. I wondered if he felt the same. Did I give him warmth the way he did me?

  “I want you to meet my mom. She’d like you,” he said as a small tired