Free November Sky (Hardest Mistakes Book 2) by Dannielle Wicks

truck. I grimace. I have to think of something else. I look at Bailey. She’s staring upwards in rapture, the starlight glinting in her eyes, a smile on her face. Is there ever a time when she’s not smiling?
     
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    JESSICA
     
    It’s sickening to watch the girl fawn all over my Kristian. Can’t she take a hint? He’s not interested. He wants me. I glance quickly down the street as I walk, or should I say float beside Kristian. She’s chatting away to him, but his replies are short and to the point. I smirk to myself, she can try, but she’ll never have him.
    “Walk slower.” The girl grabs Kristian’s arm and pulls him back.
    He looks over at her in confusion. “Why?”
    She raises her eyebrow in a very unflattering way. “Why not?” Ugh, could she get any more annoying? And that stupid nickname she uses for him, he doesn’t even like it.
    When we reach the parking lot beside Kristian’s apartment building, I nearly jump for joy. Finally, this date or not date is over and we can go inside, away from this crazy girl.
    Kristian stops and spins around to face her. “Well, I’ll see you—”
    “Wait,” she interrupts him, reaching for his hand. “Can you hear that?”
    “Hear what?” I can hear the annoyance in his voice as he stares down at her outstretched hand.
    “The music, Kristian.” She snatches his hand and pulls him close to her, spinning them both around. I growl under my breath and move to see Kristian’s face, to see if he’s as mad as I am.
    I open my mouth to scream when I see his shocked expression. He’s not mad, not even upset. I refuse to stand by and watch this.
    Pushing my body to appear back in Kristian’s dark apartment, I let the jealousy and rage overtake my senses. I throw my hand out, a gust of wind smashing the TV into the wall. Next I turn to the kitchen. Lifting my hand; all the cutlery and plates fly out of the cupboard and smash into the opposite walls. I don’t stop there, all of my pain flies around me in a storm of Kristian’s possessions.
     
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    KRISTIAN
     
    Bailey’s head rests against my chest as we turn in circles. I think she’s dancing to the barely there music echoing down the street. She’s not following any particular pattern, we just sway and turn. I hesitate and then wrap my arms around her shoulders. She leans back to say something, but I don’t hear her. A buzzing starts in my ears and then a sharp pain hits me in the stomach, winding me. I let go of Bailey, groaning in agony. My knees hit the tarmac with a thump as I double over. My mind blanks at the force of the pain. Something’s wrong with Jess. I clutch my stomach and lean forward, closing my eyes to try blocking it out.
    “Kristian!” Bailey kneels on the ground in front of me. “What’s wrong?” I ignore her. She can’t help me, I need to find Jess.
    Bailey’s hands suddenly grip either side of my face firmly, pulling my head up. “Look at me.” Her hard voice makes me open my eyes slowly. I must look so weak to her. I close my eyes again when I see her concerned expression. She pulls my face closer and presses her lips to mine roughly. The pain in my stomach momentarily forgotten, I lean into her without thinking.
    Bailey pulls away first, very slowly. Her light blue gaze holds mine, searching. She looks surprised at her own actions, or maybe at my reaction to them. The world around us abruptly comes back into focus and I realize the pain in my stomach has lessened. This was a mistake, what if Jess saw us together? It would crush her, and I can’t lose her again.
    I turn away from Bailey, not willing to look her in the eye. “I have to go.” Pushing myself off the ground, I head toward the door to my building.
    “Wait? What?” Bailey calls after me. She doesn’t follow. I glance back at her as I reach the door. She’s still kneeling in the middle of the empty parking lot, looking confused. I take a deep breath and jog up the stairs to my apartment. I have to