Page 109 of From Me to You

“Okay, now I am curious. Ask away, princess,” he said, leaning against the wall.

I exhaled a deep breath and turned to him. I locked my gaze on his. “I need to leave Jay, and I need your help.”

Will’s eyes widened into saucers like he hadn’t expected that I would say that.

“Do you also want me to dig my own grave too?”

“Don’t be dramatic, Will. Please do this for me.” My right hand immediately twirled the ring on my finger while the other traced the ‘J’ on my neck. It gave me strength. Those were the only things I refused to let go of, no matter what. They would be with me till the day I die.

Will’s brows furrowed in confusion. “I don’t understand, you love him. I have seen you both. You guys are so in love with each other that it is sickening. You act like you can’t live without him, but now you want to leave him?”

“Yes, I can’t live without him. And yes, I do love him. Which is why I have to leave him.”

He laughed. “I don’t understand. But you are crazy if you think I can do something to help you with this. Your man will kill me.”

“Look, if you don’t want to help me, fine. I can ask someone else. I am sure there are plenty of men out there who can help me.”

But I prayed internally that he would say yes. Because if White arranged some guy, I would never feel comfortable or safe. Who knew how far she would go?

He sighed. “Why?”

I swallowed the panic—no one could know why. It would die with me, White, and probably Dennis.

“I have my reasons, Will. But please listen to me. I have to leave him. I start college at Yale next spring and want to be a regular student. I don’t want to be tied down to a rock star who will eventually cheat and leave me stranded. Yes, I love him, but sometimes that isn’t enough.” I lied.

“Evy, I know J.J. I have seen the way he looks at you. Trust me, that is a man in love. He will never want to cheat on you.”

“But I want to,” I whispered, a complete lie. “I want to go out there and live my life. Explore new things and new people.”

“And you want to use me for that?” Will accused.

“We will just pretend for a little while. No one has to know anything else. I won’t touch you. I promise. I also promise to not let Jay hurt you.” I swallowed. “Much.”

“I am not scared of a few punches, Evy. I have had my fair share throughout the years, and I also know you are lying and not telling me the real reason.”

“Please, Will. Please, do this for me.” I begged him, my eyes full of sorrow and desperation.

He reluctantly nodded after a while.

“Thank you so much.”

A loud bang cut through the room as the door dashed open, and Jay stood there furious. He clenched his fist so hard that his knuckles turned white.

Panic rushed into me. What if he heard what I was saying? I hoped he didn’t.

“I thought you were packing by yourself,” Jay hissed. My gorgeous boy looked enraged, but there was hurt in his eyes, and I couldn’t do anything about it. Because I had caused it all.

“I met Will in the corridor, and I figured he could help me.”

“And I was just leaving,” Will drawled out in his southern accent. He nodded to Jay on the way out.

Jay strode toward me in two steps and crashed his lips with mine. I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. He lifted me into his arms and kissed me furiously, pouring all his anger, love, and frustration into that kiss. I got lost in his feelings all over again as I kissed him back with all that I had, pouring my love, helplessness, and hurt into him.

“I have been fucking patient with you, sweetheart. Not anymore. I know you fucking love me. I know you want me. So don’t run away from me,” Jay whispered between his kisses.

Soon we ended up on the mattress as we furiously made love to each other. It felt so good because it had been so long since I felt him all over me. It was like coming back home.

That night, I lay in his arms, listening to his heartbeat while he ran his fingers through my hair like he always used to do.