He lets out a gusty breath, as though he’s been holding it during the whole conversation. “Thank you.”
“I want to be in the wedding.”
“We wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Chapter Twenty
“You wanna talk about what the hell crawled up your ass and died before or after class?” Jax asks as he leans against my desk and crosses his arms over his chest. Little girls are filing in for their after-school ballet class, chattering and laughing, excited for class.
“I’m fine,” I reply with a sigh.
Except, I’m not fine.
“We’ve been home for two days and you’ve been damn moody,” he mutters then pushes his fingers through his hair. “Are you and Mark fighting?”
“No, we’re great.” It’s not a lie. Mark and I have been fantastic.
“Something is wrong, KitKat.” He tilts my head back to look me in the eyes. “If everything with Mr. Hot Tamale is so great, why do you look so sad?”
“I’ve just been in a funk since the wedding,” I admit softly.
Jax tilts his head, watching me closely. “Why?”
I jerk my shoulder up in a shrug. “It’s stupid.”
“I doubt it.”
I sigh and wave at a mom as she sits on a bench on the far side of the room.
“It just reminded me that Mom, Dad and Tiff are gone and if I ever marry Mark, they won’t be here for it.”
“That’s not stupid.”
“It’s not stupid, but it’s silly to still be brooding about it. That would just piss Mom off.”
“You’re grieving, sweetie. It’s okay to be sad sometimes.”
“Yeah.” I blow out a gusty breath. “I’m starting to piss myself off, though, so it’s time to shake this mood off.”
“GGN tonight?” Jax asks.
“That would be fun! No plans with Mr. Lovey Pants?”
“I can rearrange things.”
“Meredith.” Our heads swivel toward the door at the sound of Luke’s voice.
“What’s up?” I grin at Mark’s handsome older brother, but I feel the smile fall from my face when I see the look on his. “What happened?”
“Jax,” he begins without breaking eye contact with me. “I need you to take care of things here. There’s been a car accident.”
I gasp and feel my heart speed up as my entire body breaks out in cold sweat.
“What?” My voice is a low whisper.
“There’s been a car accident, Mer. Mark’s on his way to the hospital.”
I blink frantically as Luke and Jax continue to talk, but I can’t hear what they’re saying. My ears are buzzing. Or is that my head? Someone takes my hand and pulls me out of the chair.
“Meredith,” Jax says sternly, making me meet his gaze. “Breathe, baby. You go with Luke. I’ll take care of this last class and meet you at the hospital later.”
I nod automatically as Jax passes my hand to Luke and he leads me out of the studio to his SUV, but I can’t even feel my feet. I’m just following automatically. My face suddenly feels wet.
“Is it raining?” Is that my voice? Soft and hoarse and weak?
“Yes, sweetheart. Come on, get in my car.”
Luke is talking, but I don’t hear him. I lean my forehead against the cool glass of the passenger window, and I’m suddenly thirteen years old, sitting in Mrs. Yakamura’s classroom.
“Meredith?”
Oh geez, did I do that bad on the stupid math test? Mrs. Yakamura is staring at me with really serious eyes, like I’m in trouble or something. I didn’t do anything I can think of. I mean, she wouldn’t know that I stole Tiff’s favorite barrette this morning and put it in my hair after I got to school.
“Yes, ma’am?”
“I need you to go down to the principal’s office, please.”
The kids around me snicker and my tummy tightens with nerves. “What did I do?”
“You’re not in trouble, but they do need you down at the office, sweetie.”
“I’m not in trouble?” Why else would I be sent down there? This is the weirdest day ever!
“No. But grab your things. You won’t be coming back to class today.”
“She’s suspended?” My best friend, Amanda, asks with wide eyes.
“No. They’ll explain when you get down there.” I grab my backpack and coat and shrug at Amanda when she does the what the heck is going on look. When I move to pass by Mrs. Yakamura, she pulls me in for a strong hug, surprising me.
“I’m so sorry, Meredith.”
I must be in trouble. Why else would she be sorry? Oh my gosh, if my dad finds out that I got suspended from school, he’ll be beyond mad. He might even take my dance lessons away, and that would suck the worst. He’s always lecturing me and Tiff about being responsible and taking school seriously, and that it’s okay to have hobbies but we need to be focused.