Chapter Thirty-Seven
There was something peaceful about rejection. I wasn’t left hanging, wondering what Jax would think or do when he found out who I was. It was over: Jax, the dreams, the freaky-deaky flashbacks. All of it could be explained now. I wasn’t left wondering anymore. Even the gaping hole that was still in my chest was a comfort because I knew exactly why it was there and that the only person who could fill it lived three freakin’ blocks away.
Moping my way down the sidewalk back to Rainbow’s house, I tried to do to the glass half full thing. It wasn’t working. The ache in my chest threatened to tear me in two. And I refused to cry. I’d had enough of the waterworks. So I let the numbness sweep over me.
I opened the door to Rainbow’s house, hoping nobody was home. I just wan
