After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
“It’s none of your concern really, is it?” I say and watch as my words rattle her to her core.
She should be inside with Trevor, or back home with Noah. Not with me. I’m no Darcy, and she deserves one. I can’t change for her. I will find a way to live without her, just the way she must live without me.
“How could you even say that? After everything we’ve been through, you just toss me aside and don’t even have the decency to give me an explanation?” she cries.
Headlights appear at the end of the dark street, casting her into silhouette and creating new shadows across the land.
I’m doing this for you! I want to shout. But I don’t. I just shrug my shoulders.
Her mouth opens, then closes as a truck stops in front of us.
That truck . . .
“What is he doing here?” I croak.
“Picking me up,” she says with such offhand finality that the news nearly brings me to my knees.
“Why would . . . why is he . . . what the fuck?” I pace back and forth. I had been trying to push her away from me and trying to let her move on so she could be with someone like herself—not fucking Zed, out of all people.
“Have you . . . have you been seeing that piece of shit?” I say, glaring at her. I’m aware of how frantic I sound, but I don’t give a shit as I step past Tessa and walk over to where his truck is stopped. “Get out of the goddamn car!” I shout.
Zed surprises me by climbing out and leaving the engine running. He’s such a fucking idiot.
“Are you all right?” he has the nerve to ask her.
I get up in Zed’s face. “I knew it! I knew you were waiting for your moment to swoop in and make a move on her! Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”
He looks at her and she looks at him. Holy fucking shit, this is really happening.
“Leave him alone, Hardin!” she insists . . .
And I snap.
One of my hands wraps around the collar of Zed’s jacket. The other connects with his jaw. Tessa screams, but it’s barely a whisper, lost in the wind and my rage.
Zed stumbles back, holding his jaw. But then he quickly steps back up toward me. He and his death wish.
“Did you think I wasn’t going to find out! I fucking told you to stay away from her!” I move to hit him again, but this time he blocks me and manages to nail me right in the jaw.
Anger mixes with the adrenaline of being in a fight for the first time in weeks. I’ve missed this feeling, the energy flowing through my bloodstream, getting me high.
I hit him in the ribs. This time he falls to the ground, and I’m on top of him in seconds, pummeling him again and again. I’ll give him credit: he’s managed to get in a few punches. But he has no way to overpower me.