Christian has grown on me. He’s at the house a few times a week, and he has zero interest in my girlfriend’s soft, feminine curves and legs for days. That makes him tolerable—even if mildly—in my book. The other kid, Herring, well, the jury’s still out on him. Christian and he are openly dating, but I still think the kid is an asshole. Guess Christian likes assholes. Literally.
Mikaela Stephens, surprisingly, wasn’t too upset nor surprised when the truth about Benton came out. Turns out, little Mikaela was keeping secrets of her own, which came to light a couple months later when a screenshot of her kissing another student started circulating—a very female student. Everyone’s got secrets. Ours just happened to have a happy ending.
Remington is wearing her blue robe over what I know is a very sexy, black tube dress. When she stands, I chuckle because she’s sporting her signature white Converse. Always such a rebel. And I wouldn’t have her any other way.
“Remington Nicole Stringer,” Headmaster Charles calls through the microphone. He looks almost as proud as I am. It’s hard not to root for a girl like Remington. People can’t help but to be drawn to her. I know my sorry ass never stood a chance. I glance at Dan who bats angrily at his eyes, like he’s mad at his tears for falling. I give him a firm shoulder pat, and that’s about all I have in me.
Remi shakes Charles’ hand, and he looks toward her shoes while saying something into her ear. Remi just beams her megawatt smile that’s making an appearance a little bit more each day, gives him a thumbs-up, and mouths, “Working on it!” Charles shakes his head, but he can’t hide his smile.
Dan and I stand and cheer, maybe a little too loudly, but ask me if I care. Remington busted her ass to get to this point, despite all the shit life threw at her, and was accepted into UCLA to boot. She’s going to major in psychology, and I don’t have to be a genius to figure out why. She is still hurting since losing Ryan, but more than that, she wants to understand the whys of it, and then maybe she can help others who suffer from the same afflictions. I couldn’t be more proud of this woman.
I’ve been working at my friend Drew’s firm, and we’ve decided to expand. I’ll lead the L.A. office, and in just two more months, we’ll both be moving to the Golden State. I try not to think about what would’ve happened if Gwen hadn’t intervened. I know deep down that Remington would’ve crawled her way out of that neighborhood either way. She doesn’t have one quitting bone in her body. But we wouldn’t have met. I’d still be working my mediocre job, living my mediocre life, interacting only with Shelly. In reality, Gwen saved me by saving Remi.
Speaking of Shelly, I wish I could say she’s recovered. She goes through bouts of sobriety, but it doesn’t seem to stick. I even offered to send her to the best rehab center in the state, but she has to want it for herself. And unfortunately, she’s simply not there yet.
When the ceremony ends, it’s pure chaos. Everyone scrambles to their families. Hugging. Crying. Laughing. Celebrating. Taking pictures. I spot Remington, who’s with Christian near the entrance, and I shove through the masses, making a beeline right for her. Before she even sees me coming, I lift her up and spin her around.
“Congratulations, sweetheart,” I say, still holding her around the waist.
“Everyone is looking at us,” she whispers with a smirk on her face.
“Then let’s give them a show, Miss Stringer.”
I grip the back of her head and kiss the shit out of her for everyone to see. She opens for me immediately, and her hands come up to cup my face. We ignore the whispers, the hoots and hollers, the whistles. None of it matters. It’s only us in this moment.
Sometimes secrets ruin lives. But sometimes they save them.
The End
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