Chapter Seventeen
NicoJeezus, how do things always manage to go south so quickly? f**k-up, my conscience taunts. Karma’s a b***h. “Wait,” I call after her, rising to chase her down. “Ali, wait. Let’s talk about something else,” she slows, for a second, but then I realize it’s because she wobbled on some loose gravel. f**k. Fuckfuckfuck. “I can tell you why I’ve always been an asshole.”
That stops her in her tracks, but she doesn’t turn around. “Why? So you can give yourself some kind of absolution?” Her voice is as sharp as glass, and she shakes her head. “I’m not interested in being your confessor.” She starts to move away again.
Something inside me screams at me that I have to convince her to stay, to give me a chance, that if I don’t, I’m missing some kind of huge opportunity I’ll re
