“Pretty sure.” I glare at him.
“What the fuck is wrong with him?” Spencer hisses out, looking across the street.
James is making his way towards us, but he’s not alone. He has Cynthia wrapped around him like the bad fucking rash she is.
“Sucker for punishment,” I murmur. I knew it would only be a matter of time before they were backonagain.
“What’s up?” James stops in front of us.
“Not much,” I reply before Dan can open his mouth and say anything stupid. I learnt a while ago that when it comes to James and Cynthia, it’s easier to keep my opinions to myself. He’s a big boy. He can dig his own grave if that’s what he chooses to do.
“What time you on?” James asks Spencer.
“About an hour,” he says. “You hanging around?”
James looks to Cynthia and then back over to Spencer. “Yeah, wouldn’t miss it.”
“Really, James?” Cynthia moans. “We have to stay here for that long?”
“I got a call to make.” I walk away before I tell my friend’s girlfriend to shut up. Leaning against the hood of my car, I pull out my phone and find Zara’s contact.
Me:
You doing okay?
My message gets read and then a thumbs-up emoji appears on my screen. I guess that’s better than no reply.
Chapter Eleven
Ican tell Constance is trying her best to act like everything she’s seeing isn’t over the top and extravagant. And I really appreciate her for that. I don’t know much about Constance’s home life. I can tell she doesn’t come from wealth,though. Not that I care. I don’t judge people by how much money they have.
Also, we can’t choose our family. I didn’t do anything special to be born into generational wealth. It’s literally like winning the lottery in the parent department, I guess.
“Do you ever get lonely being in all this space by yourself?” Constance is walking around.
My suite in the house has four rooms: a study, a bedroom, the living room that also has a tiny kitchenette, and the bathroom with an attached wardrobe. I haven’t shown that part of the suite to Constance yet.
Her question throws me off, because if I were to tell her the truth, I would say yes. I am lonely. But it doesn’t matter how many people I’m surrounded by, I’d still be lonely.
“My parents don’t leave me alone for long.” I laugh, and it’s at this moment that my mum knocks before she opens the door.
“Hey, sweetheart. Dad said you had a friend over. I’ve had the guestroom made up in case you want to use it,” Mum says.
“Thanks, Mum. This is Constance. Constance, my mum, Lucy,” I introduce them.
“Welcome, Constance. It’s a pleasure to have you here.” Mum smiles.
“Thank you, Mrs McKinley. You have a lovely home, but of course you probably know that. I mean, how could you not, right?” Constance says.
“Thank you. But please call me Lucy. We aren’t that formal around here.” Mum then walks up to me. She wraps her arm around my shoulder, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. “How was school?”
“It was fine,” I say.
“Just fine? Found where all the cute boys are hiding yet?” Mum asks.
Constant laughs. “I don’t think any boys at school would be brave enough to go near Zara.”
“Oh, why’s that? She doesn’t look that scary to me.”
