best friend for what could be the last time. “Tell him I need him to call Teagan and tell her I love her and I’m sorry. And tell him… tell him I’m a dead man.”
“Noah!” Tommy called out as I walked away from him, but I didn’t turn around.
I couldn’t.
Angelo Javi had pull in this place, and I was a sitting duck.
I needed to get back to my cell before visiting time was over and I was cornered in a fucking corridor with those guys.
I needed a fucking miracle.
I FELT LIKE A TOTAL CREEPER as I opened the lid of Hope’s laptop and scrolled through her emails from her family members – desperate for news. Today was one of the rare days she had left her laptop at home instead of taking it to University with her.
Hell, today was one of the rare occasions Hope actually left the apartment.
Most days she remained holed up in her bedroom.
Her reasons for avoiding the real world was always the same old excuses; she was either working on a story she was writing, or she was tired. But I knew better.
Hope wasn’t dealing with her breakup with Jordan.
One year on, and she was more withdrawn than ever and avoided contact with everyone. In the beginning, when we first came to Ireland, Hope had been my rock to lean on. But now, the only time she went out was when she had a class.
She hadn’t made any new friends at school, and the friends I had made in my Sports, Fitness and Nutrition class at the local PLC had to drag conversation out of her when we all hung out.
Even Liam, who moved down to Cork last September to study SF&N with me, couldn’t bring her around. She remained standoffish, uninterested in spending time with anyone other than her imaginary characters and her memories of Jordan.
I scrolled through her inbox and trash until I found an unread email from Tommy Moyet, of all people, in her junk folder.
Bingo.
Clicking the email, I braced myself for what I was about to read.
To: Hope Carter
Subject: HELLO!!!
From: Tommy Moyet
I know you’re probably tired of me blowing up your inbox, Hope, but I’m getting pretty sick of sending unanswered mails. Oh don’t worry though, this is the last time you’ll hear from me. Forget everything I’ve said. Doesn’t matter now. Have a nice life.
“What are you up to?” a familiar voice called out and I yelped in surprise and ended up knocking a stack of papers off Hope’s desk as I scrambled to exit the Internet.
“Liam.” I hissed when words found me again. I glared at my former flame as he stood in the doorway of Hope’s bedroom, dangling a set of keys in his hand. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”
“What are you doing?” he asked, grinning. “Snooping around in your roommate’s stuff?”
Closing the lid on Hope’s laptop, I grabbed the papers off the ground and set them back where they had been before stalking out with Liam in tow. “You never saw me in here.”
I made my way into the kitchen and flicked on the kettle. “What are you doing here?” I checked my watch. “We don’t have to leave for work for at least another hour.”
Liam and I had both scored a few shifts each weekend at his cousin’s gym across town. The pay was worse than bad, but it was good work experience for us. Besides, I made good money from the part time job I had managed to snag at Griffin’s Coffee Dock on the Grand Parade last summer. The owners, John and Andrea, were lovely to work for, but the best part was the place was only a ten-minute walk from our apartment.
“I thought we could grab a bite to eat beforehand,” Liam announced, shoving his hands into his sweatpants pockets.
I narrowed my eyes at him in suspicion. “Why?”
“Because I’m a growing boy,” he laughed, shuffling awkwardly. “And dinner is important?”
I studied Liam’s face for a long moment, trying to figure this whole thing out. For a while now, Liam had been acting a little more like old Liam – as in boyfriend Liam .
Getting back together
“Noah!” Tommy called out as I walked away from him, but I didn’t turn around.
I couldn’t.
Angelo Javi had pull in this place, and I was a sitting duck.
I needed to get back to my cell before visiting time was over and I was cornered in a fucking corridor with those guys.
I needed a fucking miracle.
I FELT LIKE A TOTAL CREEPER as I opened the lid of Hope’s laptop and scrolled through her emails from her family members – desperate for news. Today was one of the rare days she had left her laptop at home instead of taking it to University with her.
Hell, today was one of the rare occasions Hope actually left the apartment.
Most days she remained holed up in her bedroom.
Her reasons for avoiding the real world was always the same old excuses; she was either working on a story she was writing, or she was tired. But I knew better.
Hope wasn’t dealing with her breakup with Jordan.
One year on, and she was more withdrawn than ever and avoided contact with everyone. In the beginning, when we first came to Ireland, Hope had been my rock to lean on. But now, the only time she went out was when she had a class.
She hadn’t made any new friends at school, and the friends I had made in my Sports, Fitness and Nutrition class at the local PLC had to drag conversation out of her when we all hung out.
Even Liam, who moved down to Cork last September to study SF&N with me, couldn’t bring her around. She remained standoffish, uninterested in spending time with anyone other than her imaginary characters and her memories of Jordan.
I scrolled through her inbox and trash until I found an unread email from Tommy Moyet, of all people, in her junk folder.
Bingo.
Clicking the email, I braced myself for what I was about to read.
To: Hope Carter
Subject: HELLO!!!
From: Tommy Moyet
I know you’re probably tired of me blowing up your inbox, Hope, but I’m getting pretty sick of sending unanswered mails. Oh don’t worry though, this is the last time you’ll hear from me. Forget everything I’ve said. Doesn’t matter now. Have a nice life.
“What are you up to?” a familiar voice called out and I yelped in surprise and ended up knocking a stack of papers off Hope’s desk as I scrambled to exit the Internet.
“Liam.” I hissed when words found me again. I glared at my former flame as he stood in the doorway of Hope’s bedroom, dangling a set of keys in his hand. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”
“What are you doing?” he asked, grinning. “Snooping around in your roommate’s stuff?”
Closing the lid on Hope’s laptop, I grabbed the papers off the ground and set them back where they had been before stalking out with Liam in tow. “You never saw me in here.”
I made my way into the kitchen and flicked on the kettle. “What are you doing here?” I checked my watch. “We don’t have to leave for work for at least another hour.”
Liam and I had both scored a few shifts each weekend at his cousin’s gym across town. The pay was worse than bad, but it was good work experience for us. Besides, I made good money from the part time job I had managed to snag at Griffin’s Coffee Dock on the Grand Parade last summer. The owners, John and Andrea, were lovely to work for, but the best part was the place was only a ten-minute walk from our apartment.
“I thought we could grab a bite to eat beforehand,” Liam announced, shoving his hands into his sweatpants pockets.
I narrowed my eyes at him in suspicion. “Why?”
“Because I’m a growing boy,” he laughed, shuffling awkwardly. “And dinner is important?”
I studied Liam’s face for a long moment, trying to figure this whole thing out. For a while now, Liam had been acting a little more like old Liam – as in boyfriend Liam .
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