“You might have to spend every night with me if it means I get to keep sleeping like that.”
That sentence should have made me the happiest woman on earth, but it did the exact opposite. He’s sayingeverything I want to hear, all the things I want, but without the look in his eyes that I crave.
So instead of smiling or answering him at all, I just get up and start to put on my pants. If I open my mouth, I know my voice will break and the floodgates will open.
“I think the girls got up early to get Estellas. You hungry?” He asks. When I don’t respond, his brows knit together, “Hey, are you okay, Pixie? What just happened?”
“Yeah, I think I’m gonna go though,” I say, rushing towards his bedroom door, “thank you for last night, I’m sorry I got all emotional.”
Without looking back at him, I run out and down the stairs, praying to be the same I’ve always been… unnoticed.
“Hey!” Claire smiles from Lucas’s lap, his arms wrapped protectively around her waist. “How’d you sleep?”
Everything in me tells me to run, that their friendliness won’t last, and they’ll soon go back to their perfect lives and forget that I ever existed.
I want to run, except my feet won’t move. I’m frozen in place with a stupid look on my face and no idea what to say other than, “we didn’t do anything last night.”
Sometimes I want to punch myself in the face.
Blair laughs, “oh trust me, we know. Any time Davis has a girl in his room the whole-“
“Say another word and I’ll make sure Tony knows who took the screws out of his chair last year during prank week,” Davis growls, coming up to my side and wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
Claire gawks, spinning around in Lucas’s lap to stare at Blair. “That wasyou?”
They start to bicker back and forth, but I completely tune it out and focus on the casual way Davis is touching me.
I need him to stop touching me.
I need him to let me leave so I can protect myself and my heart.
He’s going to break it.
But what if he doesn’t?
“You should stay for breakfast,” Davis whispers, “please.”
No, no, no, no,no.
“We weren’t sure what you liked, so we got you the basic breakfast,” Steph says, cutting through the storm brewing in my head. “I hope that’s okay.”
Her big green eyes look up at me with nothing but hope, hope that she made the right choice, hope that I’ll stay.
Stephanie Saunders has one of the spikiest exteriors of anyone I’ve ever met, she’s sassy and tough, speaks her mind without a fear in the world, and goes to bat for her friends when they need her most… but on the inside, she’s a big teddy bear who loves with her whole heart.
She’s nice, at least she has been so far.
She came to my rescue —kind of— that day when I first met everyone.
Suddenly I feel bad for wanting to leave, they went out of their way to get me breakfast. They thought of me when they didn’t have to.
“That’s perfect,” I tell her.
The smile on her face makes the uncomfortable feeling in my stomach dissipate, and the smile on Davis’s face makes my stomach do about a million flips.
He guides me to the kitchen counter where our food is waiting, and digs in while chatting with his friends.
Estellas is the best restaurant in town, but I’ve never had the chance to try it. Most people go with their friends,and my only friends went to Eastwood, which meant it was in enemy territory.
