Chapter 26
TWENTY-SIX
AINSLEY
“The level of audacity that man has!” I say to no one as I storm into my bedroom, unintentionally shutting the door a little too hard.
Who the hell is he to ask if I've slept with Jackson? That’s none of his business! Here I am trying to make things okay between us, and all he cares about is if I've had sex with my boyfriend. Screw him! If he wants to act like I don’t exist because I moved on with someone he doesn’t approve of, then to hell with him. I'm in college living with my best friend, and I have Jackson. I don’t have to answer to him, and I sure as hell don’t owe him anything.
I need sleep that will never come. My mind is a Ferris wheel that refuses to stop. Instead of tossing and turning, I choose to shove my ear buds in for music, and start writing. I grab my notebook and pencil, filling page after page with words that will hopefully make me feel better.
“Dig” by Incubus plays—the song couldn’t be more fitting. Ace digs at me, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing me erode in pain from him brushing me off.
At least one good thing came from tonight: the words are surging out of me.