After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
“Look at her, I bet you’re thinking about it right now . . . aren’t you?” Hardin taunts him. Zed glares at Hardin and sets his drink on the table. “You will never have her, kid, so give it up. No one will have her except me, I’m the only one who will ever fuck her. The only one who will know how good it feels to have her—”
“Stop it!” I yell. “What the hell is wrong with you!”
“Nothing, I’m just telling him how it is,” Hardin answers.
“You’re being cruel,” I tell him. “And disrespectful to me!” I turn to Zed. “I really think you should go.” Zed looks at Hardin, then back to me. “I’m fine,” I assure him.
I don’t know what will happen, but I know it won’t be as bad as what will occur if he stays. “Please,” I beg.
Finally Zed nods. “Fine, I’ll go. He needs to get his shit together. Both of you do.”
“You heard her, get the fuck out. Don’t be too sad, though, she doesn’t want me either.” Hardin takes another drink. “She likes those clean-cut pretty boys.”
My heart sinks even lower, and I know I’m in for a long night. I don’t know if I should be afraid, but I’m not. Well . . . a little, but I’m not leaving.
“Out,” Hardin repeats, pointing, and Zed heads for the door.
Once Zed is no longer in the apartment, Hardin locks the door and turns to face me. “You’re lucky I didn’t beat his ass for bringing you here. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I agree. Arguing with him doesn’t seem like a good idea.
“Why did you even come here?”
“I live here.”
“Not for long.” He pours more alcohol.
“What?” The air leaves my lungs. “You’re going to kick me out?”
When the glass is full, he cocks one eye at me. “No, you’ll leave on your own eventually.”
“No, I won’t.”
“Maybe your new lover has room at his place. The two of you looked really nice together.” The hateful way he’s speaking to me takes me back to the beginning of our relationship, and I don’t like it.
“Hardin, please stop saying those things. I don’t even know him. And I’m incredibly sorry for what I did.”
“I will say what I want, just the way you do whatever the fuck you want.”
“I made a mistake, and I’m sorry, but that doesn’t give you the right to treat me so cruelly and drink like this. I was so drunk, and I really thought something happened with you and that girl, I didn’t know what to think. I’m so sorry, I’d never hurt you purposely.” I say it all as fast as I can, with as much emphasis as possible, but he isn’t listening.
“You are still talking?” he snaps.
I sigh and chew on my cheek. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. “I’m going to go to bed and we can talk when you aren’t so drunk.”