“Gabe…” Wes dunked my head farther under the warm water. “You’re doing the right thing.”
“Yeah, that’s what you keep saying.”
“It’s true.”
“How do we know this doesn’t backfire and shoot me in the ass?”
“We don’t.”
“Imagine, there was once a time I thought you should be a therapist. Do you want me to kill myself?”
Wes laughed, pissing me off more. “Sorry, man, but think of it this way. The worst has happened and you’re still alive.”
“I—”
Holy hell he was right. The worst had happened. My dad knew where Lisa and I were. He was going to expose us. He knew about Kimmy, and Saylor hated me. My life was over, but I was alive.
“I can literally hear your brain frying right now.”
“Shut up.”
Wes turned off the water and threw a towel over my head, using a little bit too much aggression as he did so. The ass.
When I turned around he brandished a pair of scissors in his hand and a smile I can only describe as way too eager.
“No.” I shook my head. “Hell, no.”
“Oh, come on.” He held the scissors up in the air and snipped. “Go big or go home.”
“No.”
“Afraid?” He tilted his head.
“Shit.” I wiped my face with my hands. “Maybe a little.”
“Try having cancer.” His eyes narrowed. “Now stop being a bitch and sit down.”
I shook my head. “Being healthy’s changed you.”
“No.” Wes gave me a sad smile. “Almost losing my best friend — that changed me.”
“Wes—”
“I know you’re sorry.” He cleared his throat. “But if you ever go to that dark place again, I’m following you and I can be annoying as hell. I think we both know that. So, sit down while I cut your hair. We’re doing this together.”
Giving in, I nodded. “Thanks, Wes. For… everything.” Because he’d stayed up for twelve hours — missing sleep, missing food, missing everything — to help me come up with a plan.
He’d said he owed me.
But in the end, I think I’d always owe him for everything he did, for everything he’d done, for everything he was still doing by just being Wes. Freaking. Michels.
Shit. I would not cry.
As pieces of hair fell in front of me, and the sound of snipping clamored in my ears, I felt the weight lifted. I stopped slumping. Instead of leaning forward, I sat up. Instead of feeling emptier and more horrified…
I felt… invigorated.
I was able to smile — because the pieces of hair on the floor weren’t black. They were golden blond.
When Wes was finished he handed me a mirror and slapped me on the back. “Welcome back to the land of the living, Ashton Hyde, nice to meet you.”
Chapter Forty
He was just a man. Just a very, very, very attractive and popular man. And I had kissed him. A lot. Funny, when I was sixteen I imagined what it would be like to kiss Ashton Hyde. Never in my lifetime did I think it would actually happen — or feel so right. —Saylor
Saylor
The sweet smell of my mom’s pancakes woke me from my fitful sleep. When I opened my eyes, the clock on the bedside table confirmed that I’d totally slept in. Grumbling, I rolled over and threw on a pair of ripped jeans and a white t-shirt. After eating my body weight in pancakes, I left her apartment and drove, as slow as humanly possible to the Home.
It was one of my Friday afternoons and as much as I didn’t want to face Gabe, I knew my mom was right. Besides, no way could I abandon everyone.
As luck would have it — no traffic.
Of course.
I don’t know what I expected when I pulled up to the Home, but everything seemed normal. As if a movie/pop star hadn’t just come out of hiding last night, as if Gabe and I were still friends.
As I got out of my car, I shivered. The air was thick with mist. The two security guards nodded at me and let me through.
Martha was at the front desk, a smile on her face. “Ah Saylor, how are you today?”
“Good.” I’d be lying if I said my eyes weren’t darting all over the place, looking for traces of Gabe.
“He’s already inside,” Martha answered, pulling my cell phone from my clenched hand. “And he’s waiting for you.”
I cleared my throat and suddenly found great interest in staring at the countertop. “Who?”
She laughed.
Was I that transparent?
Sighing, I walked, again, as slow as my legs would allow me while still moving, and opened the doors to the game room.
Greedily, I searched for Gabe.
But Gabe wasn’t who I found.
Because Gabe didn’t exist anymore.
My breath caught in my chest as Ashton freaking Hyde rose from his chair and moved toward me.
The only thing that was the same? The tattoos. No piercings. No dark hair.
He was wearing blue skinny jeans, brown boots, and a tight tan Henley that opened up revealing a few chest tattoos.
His hair was golden blond. The type you see on TV and swear isn’t real. The type that looks like dark spun gold.
“You came.” He sounded relieved.
“Yeah.” I couldn’t look at him in the eyes. Not now. Not knowing what he did to me, how he affected me. My heart might as well have been exposed for all to see — no doubt he heard it.
Gabe or Ashton, or whoever he was — I guess in my mind he was still Gabe — reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny bottle. It was the size of a keychain and made of glass.
“What’s this?”
Gabe smiled. That paired with his dark skin and bright eyes, I had to blink to keep my mouth from falling open. “Five tears. You’re right. How dare I cause more — when I don’t even fix the first ones that fell?”
Speechless I stared.
“A tear for a tear,” he whispered then shook the tiny bottle.
“You—”
“It was only fair.” His eyes fell to my mouth. “By my count that means I have three more to make up for. So you better prepare yourself.”
“Prepare myself?” I repeated, still in shock.
“Yeah.” He smiled again and started to walk away toward Princess. Then as if forgetting something, he turned and said simply, “I’m falling.”
“Huh?”
“I’m falling for you too. I haven’t fallen. Falling. As in still falling, still in the air, still trying to get used to the idea that I’ve just nosedived off a cliff with every intention of making sure the landing doesn’t break my fall.”