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

“Have you talked to her?” I ask him.


“Why not?”

“Why would I? Not everyone stalks her,” he says with a smile.

“Fuck off,” I huff.

“I really don’t know where she is,” Landon tells me.

“Well, I’ll wait here . . . I guess.” I walk into the kitchen and take a seat at the counter. Just because I sort of like him a little more now doesn’t mean I’m going to sit there and stare at him while he does his homework.

There’s a blob of chocolate on a plate in front of me with candles reading thirteen. Is this thing supposed to be someone’s birthday cake?

“Who’s shit cake is this in here?” I yell. I can’t make out the name, if that’s what the white icing was supposed to be.

“It’s your shit cake,” Karen answers me. When I turn around, she’s giving me a sarcastic smile.

I didn’t even see her come in. “Mine? It says ‘thirteen.’ ”

“Those were the only candles I had and Tessa really got a kick out of them,” she tells me. There’s something behind her voice that sounds off. Is she mad or something?

“Tessa? I’m confused.”

“She made that for you last night while she was waiting for you to get here,” she says, then turns her attention to the chicken she’s now carving.

“I didn’t come here.”

“I know you didn’t, but she was expecting you.” I stare at the hideous cake and feel like a complete ass. Why would she make me a cake without even asking me to come over? I’ll never understand that girl. The longer I stare at the cake she made, the more charming it becomes. I’ll admit it’s not easy on the eyes, but it may have been yesterday before it sat out all night.

I can picture her laughing to herself as she pushed the wrong-numbered candles in the top of the chocolate cake. I can picture her licking the cake batter off of the spoon and scrunching up her nose as she wrote out my name.

She made me a fucking cake and I went to that party. Could I be more of an asshole? “Where is she now?” I ask Karen.

“I have no idea, I’m not sure if she’ll be here for dinner.”

“Can I stay? For dinner?” I ask her.

“Of course you can, you don’t have to ask.” She turns around with a smile.

Her smile is a true testament to her character; she must think I’m an asshole, but she still smiles and welcomes me to stay for dinner.

BY DINNERTIME I’m going fucking crazy. I’m fidgeting in my seat, looking out the window every few seconds, about to call her a thousand times until she answers. Fucking crazy.

My father is talking to Landon about the upcoming baseball season and I really wish both of them would shut the fuck up.

Where the hell is she?

I pull my phone out to finally text her as I hear the front door open. I’m on my feet before I realize it and everyone looks up at me.