Even though I purse my lips at them, I don’t blame them for admiring him.
Hedoeslook gorgeous. And youcansee his abs through his shirt.
But the thing that gets me the most is his hair.
It’s really grown out in the past couple of months. So instead of looking all civilized and tamed in the gray suit with white dress shirt, those long, unruly strands make him look the opposite.
They fall over his forehead and get tangled up in his starched collar and make him look like the reckless, wild beast that everyone used to call him at Bardstown High.
The Wild Mustang.
The one with wolf eyes and vampire skin.
The boy that every mom wants her daughter to stay away from. The boy that every dad wants to run off his porch when he comes calling for his baby girl.
Even though he’s not playing anymore, he still embodies that nickname, and the reason he’s here, standing outside of the black gates, leaning against his white Mustang, is because he’s come for me.
He’s come to pick me up after school. He’s been coming to pick me up from school for the whole past week actually.
“I can’t believe you’re not living with me anymore,” Wyn says from beside me, pulling my attention away from him.
Something gets stuck in my throat. “I know. I miss you. I miss all of you.”
I’m pretty used to crying at everything — although this does call for tears — but all my girls have moisture in their eyes and in this moment, I’m so glad that I could stay.
That he made me stay in school.
Because I swear to God, I would’ve missed them like crazy.
Just the fact that I’m not living in the dorms with them anymore has me so upset.
Because I’m not.
I’m living somewhere else now.
The only girl in the history of St. Mary’s who gets to live off campus.
It makes sense though, doesn’t it? I am also the only girl who got pregnant in the history of St. Mary’s whilegoingto St. Mary’s.
All courtesy of the guy who’s waiting for me.
He made all of this happen.
While I was making plans, he was making plans of his own. I already knew that, but I didn’t know how elaborate those plans would be. They put my plans to shame.
They involved pulling all the strings, throwing his Jackson weight around and keeping me in school. They also involved finding me a place to live and not letting me take a job because I need to focus on graduating and taking care of my health first.
And also ballet.
He’s not letting me quit that either.
My dream.
Because he’s already broken my heart, he won’t break my dream too. He won’t let anything happen to the dream I’ve had since I was five.
He said that to my brothers and I have to say that my brothers love this plan. All four of them.
Which would be surprising, given the fact that they all hate him, but it’s not.
