After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
“Okay,” I say. I’ve never been “out” before. I’ve been to the few parties at the frat house, but I haven’t ever been to a nightclub or anything even close.
“It’ll be fun, don’t worry,” she assures me. “And you should definitely wear that dress,” she adds with a laugh.
You will be alone for the rest of your life, and for that I feel sorry for you. I’ll move on, find a nice man who’ll treat me the way you should have, and we’ll get married and have children. I will be happy.
Tessa’s words keep playing over and over in my head. I know she’s right, but I so desperately don’t want her to be. I had never minded being alone until now—now I know what I’m missing.
“You in?” Jace’s voice breaks through my muddled thoughts.
“Uh, what?” I ask. I almost forgot that I was driving.
He rolls his eyes and takes a hit from his joint.
“I asked if you were in. We’re going to Zed’s.”
I groan. “I don’t know . . .”
“Why not? You need to stop being such a pussy. You’re moping around like a fucking baby.”
I glare at him. If I had gotten any sleep last night, I’d reach across and choke him. “I am not,” I say slowly.
“You so are, dude. You need to get wasted and laid tonight. I’m sure there’ll be some easy girls there.”
“I don’t need to get laid.” I don’t want anyone but her.
“Well, come on, drive over to Zed’s. If you don’t want to get laid, then at least come have a few beers,” he says.
“Don’t you ever want to do more?” I ask and he looks over at me like I’ve grown horns.
“You know, doesn’t it feel like it’s getting old just partying and hooking up with different girls all the time?”
“Whoa, whoa—this is worse than I thought. You got it bad, man!”
“No, I don’t. I’m just saying. Doing the same old shit all the time gets old.”
He doesn’t know how enjoyable it is to lie in bed and make Tessa laugh, he doesn’t know how fun it is to hear her ramble on about her favorite novels, to have her swat at me when I try to grope her. It’s much better than any party that I’ve ever been to or will ever go to.
“She really did a number on you. That’s some shit, isn’t it?” He laughs.
“No, she didn’t,” I lie.
“Sure . . .” He throws the remainder of his joint out of my car window. “She’s single, though, right?” he asks, and when I grip the wheel he laughs even harder. “I’m just fucking around, Scott. Just wanted to see how pissed you would get.”
“Fuck off,” I grumble, and to prove a point, I turn on the back road to Zed’s.
The Four Seasons in Seattle is the nicest hotel I have ever seen. I try to walk slowly to take in all the beautiful details, but Kimberly practically drags me onto the elevator and down the hall, leaving Trevor and Mr. Vance in her wake.