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After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)


chapter one hundred and ten


I wait outside of Zed’s apartment, hoping he won’t be too much longer. I really need to talk to him, and he said he was on his way home from work. I stopped to grab a coffee on my way to kill some time. After waiting a few minutes, he pulls up, his truck blaring something amazingly loud. When he climbs out of it, he looks so good dressed in black jeans and a red T-shirt with cutoff sleeves that I’m momentarily distracted from my purpose.

“Tessa!” he says with a big smile and invites me inside. After getting me another coffee and himself a soda, we go into the living room.

“Zed, I have something to tell you, I think. But I want to tell you something else first,” I say.

He puts his hands behind his head and leans against the back of the couch. “Is it about the party?”

“You went?” I ask, putting my news on hold. I sit down on the chair across from the couch.

“Yeah, for a while, but once those strippers showed up, I left.” Zed rubs the back of his neck. My breath is lost.

“Strippers?” I croak, sitting my cup of coffee on the table before I drop the hot liquid onto my lap.

“Yeah, everyone was so wasted, and on top of that they had strippers. That’s not my thing, so I got out of there.” He shrugs.

I was baking Hardin a cake and planning to spend his birthday with him while he was getting wasted with strippers?

“Did anything else happen at the party?” I ask, changing the subject again. I can’t get the strippers out of my head. How could Hardin stand me up for that?

“Not really, it was just the typical party. Have you talked to Hardin?” he asks, his eyes focused on his can of soda as his finger pushes the tab back and forth.

“No, I . . .” I don’t want to admit that he stood me up.

“What were you going to say?” Zed questions.

“He said he was going to come over but he didn’t show.”

“That’s low.” He shakes his head.

“I know, and you know what the worst part is? That we had a really good time on our date and I thought he was really going to start putting me first.” Zed’s eyes are full of sympathy when I look at him.

“Then he chose a party over going to see you,” he adds.

“Yeah . . .” I really don’t know what else to say.

“I think that really shows what type of person he is and that he isn’t going to change. You know?” Is he right?

“I know. I just really wish he’d talked to me about it or told me he just didn’t want to come over instead of leaving me sitting there for hours waiting on him.” My fingers play with the edges of the table, picking at the peeling wood.