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from her.
    " Bastian called to tell me you were here. We were all going to come get you , but I told him I wanted to do it alone . " There ' s a question in her voice , wondering if it ' s okay that she ' s here. And it is. I didn ' t realize it until this second , but I ' m glad it ' s her.
    " Cool. Thanks. "
    Her eyes travel to my casted hand , to my face , and yeah , I know I'm screwed up. I look around , knowing how everyone else in this place sees me: wrinkled clothes from wearing them for two days , piercings , the whole nine. They ' re probably wondering what the hell the District Attorney ' s daughter is doing here with me. Shit. And he ' ll see the case , too. How bad does that suck?
    " I can give you a ride to Sebastian ' s. "
    Yeah ... yeah , I definitely need out of here. I w ant her out of here. Seconds ago I was glad it was her and now I feel guilty. Picking me up at the police station? Classy , right?
    " Priscilla. Can you come here for a minute? "
    Both our eyes snap to the side to see her dad standing there all suited up like he always is. He looks at my bruised face and busted up hand totally different than Pris just did.
    Yeah , I want to tell him. I know I ' m a mess and she deserves better. That ' s the whole reason things are so screwed up between us. He says something to her in Spanish and she gives me a sad smile before saying she ' ll be right back.
    " I ' ll wait outside. " I don ' t look at them as I walk out so I can ' t see the disappointment on his face.
    " You shouldn ' t have come ," I tell her five minutes later as we ' re sitting in her car.
    I know immediately by the way she tenses that I said the wrong thing. I ' m almost grateful for it , because that ' s us . I say something stupid and she yells at me. It ' s the way we work and I like it , but instead of laying in on me like she ' s supposed to , her voice is soft when she says , " I was worried about you . Last night , I know you went after Craig for me and I don ' t know what happened at home , but ... I don ' t know. I just wanted to be sure you ' re okay. "
    Now it ' s me who tenses. " I ' m fine. "
    " You ' re stubborn ," she counters. Her voice is getting a little louder and I can tell she ' s getting frustrated.
    I want to hold onto this moment because it almost feels like it used to. I don ' t want to focus on what happened this morning or last night or last summer. I just want this moment. " And sexy ... Funny ... O h , and let ' s not forget I ' m a good kisser. "
    The sides of her plump lips curve up a little. Pris shakes her head and mumbles , " Stupido . "
    It ' s then I realize I ' m smiling too.
    We ' re quiet the rest of the ride to Sebastian ' s house. Pris doesn ' t kill the engine.
    " Thanks f or coming to get me or whatever. "
    Finally she turns to look at me. Her eyes are dark , such a dark brown you can hardly see her pupils. " Always. You know that , Jay. "
    And I do. No matter what , I know she ' ll be there.
    " Are you okay? " Last night finds its way into my head again. " Because of ... Craig. "
    She reaches out like she ' s going to touch me , but then pulls her hand back. I ' ve touched her a million times. Hugged her , had my arm around her , wrestled with her , but for some reason , I can ' t remember the last time it happened.
    " You didn ' t have to fight him , Jay. It wasn ' t that big a deal. I was just hurt and embarrassed. It ' s not as if I really liked him that much anyway. "
    Then why were you with him? Why did you waste your time on him? " He ' s a loser. You ' re better off without him. You deserve someone way better than—yeah , I ' m just ... " I just have no clue what I ' m saying. " Anyway , Sebastian ' s probably peeking out the blinds like an old lady right now. I better get in there. "
    I push open the door , but her words stall me from getting out. " If you won ' t talk to me , talk to him , okay? You don ' t have to be so strong all the time , Jaden. "
    Strong? No , not at all. I wink at