After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
“He was just at Jace’s place last night, just before he showed up at my place.”
“He was?” Of all people, I never thought Hardin would hang out with Jace again.
“It seems a little shady that he would hang out with someone who had such a big part in everything when he seems to hate me being near you.”
“Yeah . . . but you were in on it, too,” I remind him.
“Not in telling you; I had nothing to do with when they embarrassed you in front of everyone. Jace and Molly set the whole thing up—and Hardin knows that, that’s why he beat Jace’s ass. And you know, I wanted to tell you the whole time; it was always more than a bet for me, Tessa. But to him it wasn’t. He proved that when he showed us the sheets.”
My appetite is lost and I feel nauseous. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”
Zed nods and puts up a gentle hand. “You’re right. I’m sorry for bringing all of that up. I just wish you would give me half the chances you give him. I’d never do things like hang out with Jace if I were in Hardin’s position, and on top of that, Jace always has random girls over there—”
“Okay,” I interrupt him. I can’t listen to any more about Jace and girls at his apartment.
“Let’s talk about something else. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings just now. I really am. I just don’t understand. You’re too good for him, and you’ve given him so many chances. But I won’t bring it up again unless you want to talk about it.” He reaches across the table and puts his hand on top of mine.
“It’s okay,” I say. But I can’t believe Hardin would be hanging out with Jace after we got into that fight in the driveway. That’s the last place I thought he would be.
Zed stands up and walks over to the door. “Come on, let me show you something.” I stand and follow him. “Wait there,” he says when I reach the middle of the room.
The light shuts off and I’m expecting pitch black. Instead my eyes are greeted with neon green, pink, orange, and red. Each row of flowers glows with a different color, some of them brighter than others.
“Whoa . . .” I half whisper.
“Neat, isn’t it?” He asks.
“Yes, very.” I walk down the row slowly, taking in the sight.
“We basically engineered them, then altered the seeds to glow like this.” Suddenly he’s behind me. “Watch this.” His hand moves to my arm and he guides my hand to touch a petal of a glowing pink flower. This flower isn’t glowing as bright as the rest—that is, until my fingertip touches it and it comes to life. I jerk my hand back in surprise and hear him chuckle behind me.
“How is that even possible?” I ask in amazement.
I love flowers, especially lilies, and these man-made blooms look similar to them—they’re officially my new favorite.