#Chapter 33: End Goal

“Hey, Alex?”

“Hmm?”

He drives me home later that night, both of us seeming a bit weighed down with tiredness. Still, he has his full attention on the road, though he only uses one hand.

“Did you know Oliver wasss cheating on me?”

He pauses for a moment. “Hmm?”

“When we first met, you sssaid to go to the parrr-party. So, I went and found Oliver therrre. Did you tell me to go because you knew?”

“Ah…yeah. ‘Bout that,” he murmurs, his brows scrunching. “I didn’t know you two were dating at first until you said it then. I did know he was hanging around Danielle and they were kissing, though. So, I put two-and-two together. Still…ah, telling you like that wasn’t a good idea.”

He glances at me quickly.

“I’m sorry.”

But I shake my head.

“I forrrgive you. If you hadn’t told me, I would’ve thought he wasss—still being good to me.”

“Mm.”

“You could’ve been less of an assshole about it, though.”

“Hah, yeah.”

He drives us back to my place, parking. We sit in silence for a moment, then he turns to