After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
I finish getting myself ready, deciding upon a plain black dress. My days of woolen, pleated skirts seem so long ago. I apply another layer of concealer to my neck and wait for Trevor to come. True to his nature, he knocks on the door at exactly six thirty.
I stare at my father’s massive house, unable to decide whether or not to go inside.
Karen has decorated the outside with too many lights, mini Christmas trees, and what appear to be dancing reindeer. The blow-up Santa in the yard twists with the wind in a way that seems to mock me as I climb out of my car. Pieces of ripped-up airline tickets blow around the seat before I close the door.
I will have to call and make sure I can get a credit for the unused tickets, otherwise I just blew two grand. I probably should just go alone and escape this dreadful state for a while, but for some reason, going home to London doesn’t sound as appealing with Tessa not coming along. I’m grateful that my mum was okay with coming here instead. She actually seems excited to come to America.
As I ring my father’s doorbell, I try to come up with an excuse as to why the hell I am here. But before I can conjure something, Landon appears.
“Hey,” I say as he opens the door wider for me to come inside.
“Hey?” he questions.
I dig my hands into my pockets, unsure what to say or do.
“Tessa isn’t here,” he says and walks toward the living room, indifferent to my presence.
“Yeah . . . I know. She’s in Seattle,” I say, following a few feet behind him.
“So . . .”
“I . . . um . . . well, I came to talk to you . . . or my dad, I mean Ken. Or your mum,” I ramble on.
“Talk? About what?” He takes the bookmark from the book he’s holding and begins to read. I want to snatch the book from his hands and toss it into the fire, but that won’t get me anywhere.
“Tessa,” I say quietly. My fingers fiddle with my lip ring as I wait for him to burst into laughter.
He looks at me and closes his book. “Let me get this straight . . . Tessa doesn’t want anything to do with you, so you’re here to talk to me? Or your father, or even my mother?”
“Yeah . . . I guess . . .” God, he’s irritating. This is embarrassing enough.
“Okay . . . and what exactly do you think I can do for you? I, personally, don’t think Tessa should ever speak to you again, and I honestly figured you would have moved on by now.”
“Stop being a dick. I know I fucked up—but I love her, Landon. And I know she loves me. She’s just hurt right now.”
Landon takes a deep breath and rubs his chin with his fingers.
“I don’t know, Hardin. What you did is pretty unforgivable. You humiliated her and she trusted you.”