After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
I should have known better than to come here for comfort. I would have been better off sleeping in my car all day.
AS PROMISED, NOAH ARRIVES five minutes later, not that I’ve bothered to fix my appearance. Seeing him walk into the small kitchen makes me feel even lower than I have so far, which I didn’t think was possible.
He smiles his warm perfect smile. “Hey.”
“Hey, Noah,” I respond.
He walks closer and I stand up to hug him. He feels warm, and his sweatshirt smells so good, just like I remember. “Your mom called me,” he says.
“I know.” I try to smile. “I’m sorry that she keeps bringing you into this. I don’t know what her problem is.”
“I do. She wants you to be happy,” he says, defending her.
“Noah . . .” I warn.
“She just doesn’t know what really makes you happy. She wants it to be me, even though it’s not.” He gives a little shrug.
“Tess, stop apologizing. I just want to make sure you’re okay,” he assures me and hugs me again.
“I’m not,” I admit.
“I can tell. Do you want to talk about it?”
“I don’t know . . . are you sure that’s okay?” I can’t bear to hurt him again by talking about the guy I left him for.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” he says and pours himself a glass of water before sitting across from me at the table.
“Okay . . .” I say and tell him basically everything. I leave out the sex details, since those are private.
Well, they aren’t. But to me they are. I still can’t believe that Hardin told his friends everything that we did . . . that’s the worst part. Even worse than showing the sheets is the fact that after telling me that he loved me, and making love, he could apparently turn around and make a mockery of what had happened between us in front of everyone.
“I knew he was going to hurt you, I just had no idea how bad,” Noah says. I can tell how angry he is; it’s strange to see this emotion on his face, given how calm and collected he normally is. “You’re too good for him Tessa; he’s scum.”
“I can’t believe how stupid I was—I gave up everything for him. But the worst feeling in the world is loving someone who doesn’t love you.”
Noah grabs his glass and twists it in his hands. “Tell me about it,” he says softly.
I want to smack myself for saying what I just said, saying it to him. I open my mouth, but he cuts me off before I can apologize.
“It’s okay,” he says and reaches out to rub his thumb over my hand.
God, I wish I did love Noah. I would be much happier with him, and he would never do something like Hardin did to me.
Noah catches me up on everything I’ve missed since I left, which isn’t much. He’s going to go San Francisco for college instead of WCU, which I find I’m grateful for. At least one good thing came out of my hurting him: it gave him the push he needed to get out of Washington. He tells me about what he’s researched on California, and by the time he leaves, the sun has fallen, and I realize that my mom has stayed in her room during his whole visit.