Chapter Eleven
Jake
Ugh. I never liked Noah, but I somehow keep forgetting how little I like him. I somehow keep forgetting how much of an asshole he really is, when Mia isn’t minimalising his crappy behaviour, making him seem like a not-that-bad guy. Tom was right, we can’t start a fight, we don’t need to end up at the police station or things like that, or just the general drama of it. We don’t need any of that.
I put the box into the back of the truck with the other boxes we’ve already packed and when I turn around, I spot Mia walking down the side of the road, her eyes on me wary. “Jake...” Her voice is rough, like she doesn’t really know what to say.
“Hey.” I want to take her in my arms, but I know that that’s not a good idea. There’s too much going on, too many unpredictable elem
