Chapter 36
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
MARCUS
APRIL
Istare at the clipboard in my hand, going over the checklist in my head. Brothers’ Beer it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you’re stubborn. I hate it when you shave. I hate that I want to forget you, even worse, that it’s you I crave.
I hate that it’s over, and the fact that you didn’t text.
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, in this life or the next.
- Starlight
He literally rewrote Kat’s poem from Ten Things I Hate About You. But for me.
“Fuck.”
I put my hand over my mouth, my heart cracking apart all over again. He said he always felt unwanted, but it’s never been true. I’ve wanted him in one capacity or another since we were little boys on the beach.
The sudden urge to seek him out is strong. I want to claim him as mine in front of everyone—like at the end of When Harry Met Sally or something equally ridiculous. The very idea of such a public display sounds awful, but maybe it’ll make me worth forgiving.
I mean, at this point, I have nothing to lose.