I can’t take any more.
She ignores me and continues on with her story. “I didn’t just see him. I talked to him.”
“Did you talk about the weather?” I put my pointer finger to my chin in a thinking motion. “Wait, let me guess. You were talking about me.”
“Ding, ding,” she says, playing along. “And guess what he told me.”
Oh no.
“That you broke up with him,” she butts in before I can say anything. “Isn’t that strange that the two stories don’t add up? He told me the breakup was all one-sided.”
Looking down at my feet, I swing them back and forth. “Yeah, that is pretty weird,” I mutter, angry that he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
Now, I have Trinity and Elijah on my back, and when those two team up, they always accomplish their goals.
“Guys?”
The three of us look over and find Leonidas leaning on the doorframe of my bedroom.
“We have to go now. Is everything okay?”
Can he feel the sudden stiffness in the room?
“Yep”—Trinity walks over to her boyfriend and pecks him on the cheek—“we were just talking. We’ll continue later.” She glares at me before walking out with Leonidas.
“You can trust us, okay?” Elijah gives me a hand and pulls me up. “We only want to help you if something’s wrong.”
“Okay,” I whisper, walking down the hallway with him. “I’ll tell you guys later.”
* * *
“I really don’t want to go,” Leonidas groans, sliding down in his seat from where he sits across from me in our limo.
Glancing at the wild crowd outside, I wince.
“Tell me why we’re here again,” Elijah whines.
“Because the team is making us,” I reply blankly, wiping my sweaty palms on my bare legs.
“What’s this even for?” Trinity takes advantage of the silence and asks her own question.
Are we playing trivia?
“This famous singer just opened this club and is paying a handful of other celebrities to come to promote his business,” Elijah explains without missing a beat.
“Oh, that makes sense.” Trinity raises a brow. “Who is he?”
I shrug. “I have no idea.”
“Then, why are we here?” she whispers, like someone’s eavesdropping.
“Because our team loves money,” says my older brother, giving his girlfriend a wink before patting her thigh. “Let’s go.”
I feel like I’m permanently glued to my seat, but I rise to follow. It hurts. It’s like I’m being pulled in the opposite direction, both my soul and body begging for me not to walk into that club, knowing the person I want the most is in there.
“You got this,” Elijah whispers when he places his arm around my shoulders and guides me into the club.
“No, I don’t,” I whisper back, clutching tight to his side.
