Angel's Redemption

nto weeks of constant fighting. They couldn't agree on anything anymore. Not about Dylan. Not about Anastasia's reaction to the freshman

sest thing he'd gotten to an apology was her stopping him from punching Dylan i

s mind like a curse. It haunted him. How could she be so clueless? Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her bright smile aimed at that smug ba

The big one. The one that

door the moment she heard their voices rise. She knew about the campus fiasco, but

a sighed, rubbing her temples. "I love yo

hed at me when I tried to charm you, but definitely not in that flirty, blushing way. What made him so damn special?" His fists c

ion. "I wasn't laughing at you, Bas

d now, every muscle in his body tight with frustration. "You always said I was being silly. Y

n out of line, sure, but she had never-never-considered leaving Bastian. She

st of all, who the hell are you calling stupid? Second, I l

, deadly quiet now. "Beca

want me to apologize for being sassy? You knew w

en it's just us. Not in front of some asshole trying to steal you from m

frustration. "Maybe I should call him over, then. Let me apol

ds left her mouth,

is jaw clenched so tight she thought his teeth might c

for the lie, for the joke. He found n

h

that'

was too

something in his face shutting

that. Not since that awful night on

m, but he pulled away like she'd burned hi

as already walking away, out

g, but he didn't stop. The door slam

y suppressed her giddy laughter. That

her face. This wasn't supposed to happen. She wanted to cr

ing her phone on the bed. Maybe by the time she was

ey had ot

's towel-classic prank. But then she saw the u

the screen as she open

st. I've been seeing Dylan for a while, and

hit

she w

erves were still raw, but she reached for her p

ge thread. Saw wh

omach

o

ords, panic seizing her lungs. She di

ow to fix this, how to make Bastian be

s too

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