Jerk: A Bad Boy Romance by Taylor Tawny

Author:Taylor, Tawny [Taylor, Tawny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pub Yourself Press
Published: 2016-02-22T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

I couldn’t breathe.

My heart was thumping so loudly I could barely hear what Clay was saying.

This was it, the answer I’d been waiting for. All this time I’d wondered why Clay had dumped me after the night he’d taken my innocence. He’d broken my heart. Obliterated it. Pulverized it.

All this time I’d told myself it was his fault—that he was just an asshole who didn’t care.

But here he was, telling me I was wrong.

It was me?

My fault?

“Clay, tell me. It had to be a mistake. Maybe you’re remembering wrong. Maybe it was after I found out about... Or... a misunderstanding—“

“No!” he shouted, making me jump. In a softer voice, he continued. But the redness in his complexion didn’t lighten. “It wasn’t a misunderstanding. I know what you said and when you said it. You said, ‘Clay Walker is nothing. A nobody who’ll do nothing. The minute I leave here, I’ll forget about him’.”

Silence hung heavy in the air as he glared at me, deep hurt turning his eyes black.

Had I really said something so cruel and callous? And if I had, how could I have meant it? Nothing in those words rang true. Clay was not a nobody. And he was in no way forgettable. How could I have said that?

After that night he disappeared and I was crushed. I was so hurt I actually became physically ill. My aunt even took me to the doctor.

“If I said that, I couldn’t have meant it,” I reasoned as I mentally wrestled with my confusion. It didn’t make sense that I’d say something so mean, not to my aunt, not to anyone. I wouldn’t have had any reason to lie to my aunt. She wouldn’t have punished me if I’d told her I was madly, desperately in love with Clay.

I wanted to remember.

But I couldn’t. I just couldn’t!

If only there was some way to rewind time.

“Clay, I was devastated when you didn’t call me after that night,” I confessed. “I spent months crying. When? When exactly did you hear me talking to my aunt about you? Where was I? What were we doing?”

His jaw clenched. He jerked his gaze away, slammed his feet down on the floor, sat forward, and blinked several times. “You know what? Forget it.”

“But, Clay—“

“I said, forget it.”

End of conversation.

Well, I had an answer. For months I’d cried, wondering why he’d disappeared. He knew I was a virgin, that he was my first. And he knew—or at least, I’d thought he knew—I was crazy in love with him.

Clearly some wires had been crossed. I had to end these bad feelings, the underlying distrust and hostility, now that I knew where it was coming from. I reached for his hands, now clasped together, elbows resting on his bent knees. “We hurt each other, Clay. I’m sorry. Very sorry. I don’t understand why I said those things. I never wanted to hurt you.”

“You have no idea,” he said to my hand, resting lightly on top of his.

I slipped my other hand under his, weaving our fingers together.

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