Barbie Btch (Rejects Paradise #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,122
the ground, knowing that he’s watching me. Always watching me.
Refusing to be the pathetic girl who can’t pull herself together, I start walking down the steps, unsure where the hell I’m going or where I'll end up. All I know is that I can’t be here.
I make it to the end of the long drive, not doubting for one second that Colton has painfully watched every step I’ve taken.
I slip through the large gates and only then do I finally pull out my phone and bring it to my ear. “Milo,” I say after the third ring. “I need your help.”
Chapter 30
I stand in the living room of Nic’s tiny apartment staring at the four Widows as Milo hovers awkwardly beside me. “Umm,” he grumbles, looking at the four boys and then slicing his gaze back at me. “Are you good here?”
“Yeah,” I tell him. “Go before your car gets stolen and stripped for parts.”
His eyes bug out of his head. “Fuck, are you serious?”
Nic raises a brow, watching Milo through narrowed eyes, wondering just how much he knows. “Yeah, I watched you pull up and park that sweet ride right on the street. Big fucking mistake. I can guarantee that my guys are already putting in calls and working out a plan to lift it.”
“Shit,” Milo groans stepping toward the door as I roll my eyes knowing damn well that Nic’s boys wouldn’t dream of lifting Milo’s Aston Martin while he’s one of Nic’s guests. The guys down on the street watched me step out of it. They wouldn’t be that stupid.
Milo reaches for the door handle before turning back and meeting my eyes. “So … I’m assuming you don’t need a ride to school tomorrow?”
I shake my head. “Nope.”
“Are you…” he starts before dropping his eyes and showing just how much he’s hurting. “Do you know when you’re coming back?”
I press my lips into a tight line and take the two steps to the door. I pull Milo in for a tight hug and hold him close. “Thanks for driving me. I know that’s not exactly what you had planned for your Sunday night,” I tell him. “I’ll call you tomorrow once I’ve had a chance to sleep on it and think a bit.”
“Okay,” he says, squeezing me back. “Do you want me to tell your mom where you are?”
I shake my head. “Don’t bother. She would already know.”
“Okay, girl,” he says, glancing up over my head and spying the four boys who haven't stopped watching us, two of which I haven’t spoken to in weeks. His gaze drops to mine. “I’ll see you later. Call if you need anything.”
“Alright, love you,” I say, taking hold of the door and watching as he walks out, taking my final connection to that life with him. As he disappears down the hallway, I gently close the cheap wooden door and lean into it, resting my forehead against it and contemplating my next move.
Coming here wasn’t exactly a huge priority, but it’s a place I know that I can always come to, no matter what bullshit is going on between us. This place is my home, my real home.
I hear someone move from the couch and I don't dare turn around to see who it is. I’m not ready to face them yet. In a perfect world, I would have made them all suffer for a few more weeks or at least until Kai and Eli showed up on my doorstep begging for forgiveness. But being here right now in this small living room, I have no choice but to hear them out.
A hand falls to my waist and before I know it, I’m pulled away from the door and slammed against Nic’s hard chest. I breathe him in, finding comfort in his familiarity. And within seconds, emotions from my day and the emptiness from walking out on Colton come up and hit me like a freight train, bringing on another round of tears. “It’s okay, O. Cry it out,” he murmurs. “Take all the time you need. We’re not going anywhere.”
The tears come on faster and realizing that the flood gates have been opened wide, he scoops me up and takes me over to the couch. I curl into him just as I’ve done a million times before and the boys quietly talk among themselves as I struggle to pull myself back together.
Sebastian’s hand finds mine and he gives it a warm squeeze. “You’re in love with him, aren’t you?”