Chapter Thirty-Four
Tears spill from my eyes as the door to Jazzy Beanbag swings shut behind me. Cool air soothes my burning cheeks, but the rest of my body feels the icy cold of rejection.
“So you come here,” a voice says to my left, “and make a great big public declaration of love. Everybody claps for you, giving you the attention you so eagerly desire, and I’m supposed to fall back into your arms?”
I look down the sidewalk and see Adam leaning against one of Jazzy Beanbag’s windows, his arms folded over his chest. “Adam. No, that’s not—it was for you. I was saying sorry.”
“And everybody else needed to hear that?”
“Well, no, but you wouldn’t talk to me, so—”
“Because I wasn’t ready to hear whatever your excuse is, Livi. But that didn’t matter to you, did it. No, you’d rather belt y
