Chapter Four
“Hi,” I say softly. My first impulse is to rush over to him, but then I remember what he said to me earlier in the bathroom about my lack of a life. Embarrassment keeps me rooted to my spot. I’d never thought of myself as a pathetic grease monkey until that moment.
He clears his throat softly. “Do you hate me?”
I stare at him. “What? Hate you?”
“Yes.”
Emotions flood my chest. Again, I want to run to him and pull him into my arms. Again, embarrassment stops me. “Why would I hate you?”
He too appears as if he wants to close the physical distance between us but feels he can’t. “Because of those horrible things I said to you.” He looks down. “After all you’ve done for me.”
My mind blurs. I was so sure he’d be angry at me for what I’d said about his mother, it never occur
