Free Point of Retreat by Colleen Hoover Page B

the kitchen and puts her arms around me. “Ninety three more hours," she says, planting a kiss on my neck. “I love you.”
     
    “Listen to me,” I say as I look her intently in the eyes. “It’s okay to be sad, Lake. Quit trying to carve so many pumpkins. And I love you, too.” I kiss her one last time and lock the door behind them when they leave.
     
    Tonight was really strange. The whole vibe seemed off. I decide since we’re going to the slam to try to put my thoughts down on paper. I think I’ll surprise Lake and do one for her this week. Maybe it'll help her feel better.
     
    ***
     
    For reasons beyond my comprehension, Vaughn sits next to me again on Wednesday. You would think after our little tiff on Monday that she would have given up by now. I was hoping she had, anyway.
     
    She pulls her notebook out and opens her textbook where we left off Monday. She doesn’t stare at me this time. In fact, she doesn’t even speak during the entire class period. I’m happy she’s not talking to me, but at the same time I feel a little guilty for being so rude to her. Not guilty enough to apologize about it, though. She did deserve it.
     
    As we’re packing our things up, still not speaking, she slides something across the table to me, then walks out. I debate throwing the note in the trash without reading it, but my curiosity gets the better of me. I wait until I’m seated in my next class to open it.
     
    Will,
     
    You may not want to hear this, but I need to say it. I’m really sorry. Breaking up with you is one of my biggest regrets in life so far. Especially breaking up with you when I did. It wasn’t fair to you, I realize that now; but I was young and I was scared.
     
    You can’t act like what we had between us was nothing. I loved you, and I know you loved me. You at least owe me the courtesy of talking to me. I just want the chance to apologize to you in person. I can’t seem to let go of how things ended between us. Let me apologize.
     
    Vaughn
     
     
     
    I fold the note up and put it in my pocket, then lay my head down on the desk and sigh. She’s not going to let it go. I don’t want to think about it right now, so I don’t. I’ll worry about it later.
     
    ***
     
    The next night, I don’t think about anything other than Lake.
     
    I’m picking her up in an hour, so I rush through my homework and head to the shower. I walk past Caulder’s bedroom on my way. He and Kel are playing video games.
     
    “Why can’t we go with you? You said yourself there wasn’t an age limit,” Kel says.
     
    I pause and back step to their doorway. “You guys actually want to go? You realize it’s poetry, right?”
     
    They seem excited at the possibility of actually going.
     
    “Fine, let me make sure it’s okay with Lake first.” I head out the front door and across the street. When I open the door to her house, she screams.
     
    “Will! Turn around!” I turn around, but not before I see her. She must have just gotten out of the shower, because she’s standing in the living room completely naked.
     
    “Oh my god, I thought I locked the door. Doesn’t anyone knock?”
     
    I laugh. “Welcome to my world,” I say.
     
    “You can turn around now,” she says.
     
    When I turn around, she’s wrapped in a towel. I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her waist, pick her up off the floor and spin her around. “Twenty four more hours,” I say as her feet touch the floor again. “You nervous yet?”
     
    “Nope, not at all. Like I said before…I’m in good hands.”
     
    I want to kiss her, but I don’t. The towel is too much, so I back away from her and ask her what I came here to ask her. “Kel and Caulder want to know if it’s okay if they go with us tonight. They’re curious,” I say.
     
    “Really? That’s weird…but I don’t care if you don’t care,” she says.
     
    “Okay, then. I’ll tell them.” I walk back toward the door. “And Lake? Thanks for giving me