Fifteen
Phoenix
I hear him behind me the entire walk back to the parking lot. He’s yet to approach me though.
“Phoenix, I’m sorry.”
My footsteps slow, and he catches up to me. “Obviously you’ve figured out what to bring up to make me mad.”
He chuckles once. “I shouldn’t have overstepped. I get it. I mean, LA isn’t a small town, and I was an adult when people started spreading s**t about me, but it hurts and makes you not trust anyone easily. But I want to be someone you trust.”
We stop at his truck and he unlocks it with the fob, the headlights blinking twice. “It’s my fault. I said I had a love-hate relationship with this town. The hate seems larger at this point because when I think about what I hate, it’s linked to my parents. Founder’s Day always brings them front and center in m
