It Girl #10: Classic | Chapter 35 of 36

Author: Cecily von Ziegesar | Submitted by: Maria Garcia | 2873 Views | Add a Review

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Callie sat on her bed in the dark.

She hadn’t bothered to change her clothes. She hadn’t even cried. It seemed like a luxury she didn’t deserve. She just sat, slumped over on her silk-quilted bedspread, her mind spinning like a top as she tried to figure out how everything could have gone so horribly wrong.

It was her fault. She knew that. She’d lost both Easy and Brandon tonight, and she wasn’t stupid enough to try to talk herself into believing otherwise. She’d seen the way they’d both looked at her—worse, she’d felt it.

They hated her. Which they had every right to do.

So of course it was only now that she’d lost both of them, thanks to her ridiculous stoner plan, that she recognized a truth she should have known all along: she’d wanted Easy to win. She’d wanted him to fight the hardest. Once she’d heard that Easy was collecting hearts for her, she hadn’t even thought about what Brandon was doing.

Everything seemed so obvious to her now, sitting in the dark. But somehow, she’d gotten it all confused. Being with Brandon had seemed like the better, safer, nobler choice. And yet the truth was that it had always been Easy for her. Always. No matter how she messed it up, or got freaked out, or even what he did to ruin things when it was his turn.

She heard the clatter of stones against her window, but she didn’t move. He couldn’t really be there. Not after everything that had happened…

Callie closed her eyes and hoped.

And when the next pebble hit the window, she jumped to her feet and headed for the door. She took the stairs two at a time, breathing too heavily, desperate to get outside.

When she pushed through the door, the February night was bitterly cold, but Callie barely noticed. Because Easy stood there, waiting for her.

They looked at each other for a long moment. Easy’s dark blue eyes seemed to see right through her and made Callie want to cry the tears she’d held back before. Not because she’d lost him, but because she could still love him so much when she thought she’d never have the chance to be with him again.

He didn’t speak. He shrugged out of his jacket and stepped closer so he could drape it around her shoulders. Callie murmured a thank-you and pulled the jacket closer over her bare arms. It smelled like Easy. Cigarettes and soap and the faint hint of hay.

“Easy,” she whispered.

“I know you must have been confused,” he said. He was still standing close, his long, rangy body emanating heat. Callie wanted to bury her head in his chest and feel his arms around her, almost more than she wanted to keep breathing. “I came back so suddenly, and you were with Brandon. I get that you must have freaked out a little bit.”

“I didn’t know what to do,” she admitted, but then she bit her lip. “But Easy, that’s the thing. I don’t know why I was so confused….”

“You were trying to move on,” he said quietly. “Kind of like me in the beginning of the year, I guess. I don’t know why we keep doing that.”

Callie didn’t really want to talk about those confusing weeks right after school started, when Easy had broken up with her to be with Jenny. But maybe Easy was right. Maybe it was the same thing she’d been doing with Brandon. Things with Brandon were always so predictable, so calm. Everything with Easy, on the other hand, was complicated. Everything.

But that didn’t mean it wasn’t right.

Easy’s eyes glowed. “I wish you’d talked to me about stuff before you just broke up with me,” he said. “But I’m sorry I messed things up tonight. I really did want to dance with you.”

“Easy…” She could hear the tears in her voice, taste them in the back of her throat.

“I guess we’ll never know who found the most hearts on campus,” he said. He reached over and fished around in the pocket of the jacket she was wearing like a cape. He pulled out one lone red heart and held it in his hand. “But I brought you this.”

Callie felt her tears spill over then, and she didn’t even bother to wipe them away or try to save her mascara. She just let them fall. She reached over and covered his palm—and the heart—with her hand.

“I only need one,” she told him, losing herself in the way he looked at her, in the sure knowledge that, this time, Easy was really giving her his heart. And she was giving him hers.

For good.

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Great book, nicely written and thank you BooksVooks for uploading

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