I couldn't sleep. I hadn't been sleeping lately, but tonight was different. Tonight, I felt so restless. My hands wouldn't stop running along the edge of my blanket. I couldn't get comfortable at all. A slight pressure built in my chest the longer I laid awake.

I faced the window and sighed. Moonlight seeped through it, casting a soft glow along my floor. I guessed it was a full moon because it was so bright. Even if I closed my eyes, I could still see it glowing under my eyelids.

I slipped out of my bed. The floor under my bare feet sent chills racing through my veins. My bed was so welcoming, but I needed to do something. Anything. I just didn't know what. I couldn't do much because it was nearing eleven at night. My mom would kill me if I went out somewhere.

Hopefully she wouldn't find out.

I pulled my softball jersey over the tank top I was wearing and stepped into some flip flops. I decided to keep my shorts on. As I stepped softly down the stairs, I threw my hair up in a bun. I half expected to see Beckett getting a late night snack, but he still wasn't home. He still had to be in observation just to make sure everything is doing fine in his body.

My keys were on the table next to the door, so I grabbed them and slipped out of the door. I hurried across the wet grass to my car and quickly got in. There was a slight chill in the air that I hadn't been expecting. It was almost the end of May, yet it still got cold at night.

I had no idea where I wanted to go, but I knew I couldn't stay at home. It seemed like the walls were closing in on me. I had spent too much time there. I usually went to baseball games, to support Harvey, but I hadn't even gone to any of my recent softball games. I hadn't gone anywhere in the last week because I was worried about my brother.

Nothing would have gotten to me like that had. That sent such a shock through me that I couldn't process anything else. Even now that he was doing better, I still couldn't focus on much of anything.

I almost pulled into the Hotcakes parking lot when I remembered that it got shut down. That was probably how I got food poisoning. I wished Harvey and I were still talking like we were then. He was a total sweetheart that day he took care of me. He had always been such a sweetheart.

I swerved into the parking lot of the batting cages. It probably wasn't open at this time of night. I didn't think I had my softball bag, either, but I needed to go somewhere. There was only one other car in the parking lot, so I parked as far away as I could. Shutting my car off, I sat in the dark. A streetlight stood a few feet away from my car, but my car sat in the shadows of the trees.

I didn't have my phone on me, so I couldn't really check the time. The time in my car was always wrong. As long as I didn't stay here long, I'd be fine. Mom usually didn't wake up much during the night. It was Dad who I had to worry about. If he found out that I was gone, he would wake Mom up. Then I would be in serious trouble.

I nearly screamed when someone knocked on my window. The shadows covered their face, and I nearly started the car when he said, "Cat, it's me."

I opened my door to hear him better. However, I knew that voice. "Nick?" I asked once I saw him in the moonlight. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

He didn't seem to be joking. "Yeah. About that . . . I had to get out of my house for a little bit."

"Why?"

"Things. Personal things."

He stared at me. There was something battling in his eyes. "Right. I'm not on the need to know list."

"It's not like that -"

"It doesn't matter," he said, shaking his head. "I don't care. We aren't together. We never were. I doubt we ever will be."

"What do you mean?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I saw you kiss Harvey at the scrimmage game."

My mouth went dry. Of course he did. That was probably why he decided to go to prom with Harper. "You did? I didn't think anyone saw that."

"I always knew you had a thing for him," he went on, not really listening to me. "I should have listened to my gut. But I wanted to believe that you had feelings for me."

"I did!" I said quickly. "I did have feelings for you. But . . . one of my friends helped me realize that I like Harvey. I think I always have."

"I have to thank you for doing that," he said, surprising me.

"What? Why?"

"Harper approached me after I saw you kiss Harvey," he explained. "She wanted to make you angry by going to prom with me. You weren't angry, but I didn't care. We gained feelings for each other, real feelings. I wanted to thank you for hurting me so I could find someone better."

That sounded like it could have been a compliment, but it obviously wasn't. It was a passive aggressive way of saying that I basically broke his heart. "Well, I guess I should say you're welcome," I said awkwardly.

"Yes. Thank you." He stood there for a second more before saying, "I should get home. Goodbye, Cat."

"Bye."

I watched as he walked away from me. I didn't expect that type of conversation from him. I guess that was sort of closure for us. It just didn't feel too good.