After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
“Thanks for that, you didn’t have to do it,” Landon says when we reach his car.
“Don’t make it awkward, okay?” I grin, and he shakes his head, but I hear him laugh quietly to himself.
“Should I take you back to your apartment now?” he asks after several minutes of awkward silence while we wait to leave the crowded parking lot.
“Yeah, sure.” I check my phone again to see if Tessa has responded; she hasn’t. “Are you moving?” I ask Landon.
“I don’t know yet, I really want to be closer to Dakota,” he explains.
“So why doesn’t she move here?”
“Because her career in ballet wouldn’t work here; she has to be in New York City.” Landon lets another car pass in front of his, despite the fact that we’ve barely moved in the line of traffic since we left our parking spot.
“And you are just going to give up your life and move for her?” I scoff.
“Yeah, I would rather do that than continue to be away from her. I don’t mind moving, anyway. New York City would be an awesome place to live. It’s not always about one person in the relationship, you know?” he says, looking sideways at me. Fucker.
“Was that supposed to be directed at me?”
“Not exactly, but if you think it was, maybe it is.” A group of drunken idiots stumbles in front of the car, but Landon doesn’t seem to mind that they’re blocking us.
“Shut the hell up, would you?” I say. He’s just being a dick now.
“Are you telling me you wouldn’t move to New York to be with Tessa?”
“Yes, that is exactly what I’m telling you. I don’t want to live in New York, so I won’t be living in New York.”
“You know I don’t mean New York, I mean Seattle. She wants to live in Seattle.”
“She’ll be moving to England with me,” I tell him. I turn the volume dial on his radio up in hopes of ending this conversation.
“What if she doesn’t? You know she doesn’t want to, so why would you force her to?”
“I’m not forcing her to do anything, Landon. She will move because we’re supposed to be together and she won’t want to be away from me, simple as that.” I check my phone once more to try to distract myself from the irritation my lovely stepbrother is causing me.
“You’re an asshole.”
I shrug. “Never claimed that I wasn’t.”
I dial Tessa’s number and wait for her to answer. She doesn’t. Great, fucking great. I hope she’s still at home when I get there. If Landon didn’t drive so goddamn slow, we would be there by now. I stay silent, picking at the torn skin surrounding my fingernails. After what seems like three fucking hours Landon pulls up in front of my apartment.
“Tonight wasn’t so bad, right?” he asks me as I get out of the car, and I chuckle.
“No, I guess it wasn’t,” I admit. Then I tease, “If you tell anyone I just said that, I will kill you.”