“I want to,please.”
Pondering for only a few seconds, I agree. I’d rather get a ride home in a warm car than walk in the cold. Following Greyson across the room, he holds the door open for me and I thank him, pulling my bag on my shoulder.
“So, what’s her issue?” he asks, falling into step with me.
“Lakelyn?”
“Uh-huh.”
Lifting my shoulder, I shrug. “She was pissed you were running late, think she mentioned something about having a date.”
“Matteo.” He chuckles.
“Huh?”
“The hot date,” he clarifies, adjusting his bag. “One, he invited her to a study group with a few other people from their class. And two, Matteo is gay—his boyfriend Peter is a performing arts major.”
“Oh fuck,” I laugh. “I wish I was there to see her reaction when she finds out it's a group thing.”
Greyson pushes the door open to the parking lot, and we step outside into the cold. I lift my head and come to a halt when I see Kyle standing beside his car. Is he fucking stalking me? I’m sure I turned off my sharing location when I broke up with him.
I try to ignore him, bowing my head down and follow Greyson’s steps. But I’m not that lucky because he spots me and does a light jog over to me, smiling once he’s standing before me.
“Kyle, what do you want?” I ask, annoyance lacing my voice.
“To talk.” His eyes dart to Greyson who stopped walking as stares at us with curiosity.
“I think we talked enough this morning.” I sigh, trying to side step him.
“We didn’t,” he glances from me to Greyson. “Who’s this?”
The way he’s looking at Greyson like he’s a piece of five-day old gum on the bottom of his sneaker that he’s been trying to get rid of forever really pisses me off. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath before releasing it.
“Remember when I told you I moved on?” Bitterly laughing, I bring a finger to my head and tap it like he’d done earlier. “And you said it was all in my imagination? Well, this,” gesturing toward me and Greyson with my finger. “Doesn’t look like much of an imagination, does it?”
His eyes widen slightly, and I see a sliver of jealousy in them before I’m grabbing hold of Greyson’s hand, my heart thumping hard against my chest. “Which one is your car?” I whisper desperately.
“Uh, the silver Ford.” He points toward the only silver car in the lot.
“Let’s go.” I say, tightening my hand in his and dragging him across the parking lot like he isn’t a six-foot something hockey goalie.
Pulling the keys out of his pocket, he unlocks the car. Letting go of his hand, I quickly make my way toward the passenger side. Opening the door, I throw my bag down on the floor before getting in and slamming the door shut behind me as I try regulating my breathing.
The driver’s door opens, and Greyson gets inside. The silence is deafening, and I could feel his eyes on me, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. My nails dig into my palms as I squeeze my eyes shut. My heart is racing so fast against my chest that it feels like a trapped bird trying to escape.
What the actual fuck have I just done?
Chapter 12
Lilly
“Drive, please.” I beg, my fingers anxiously fidgeting as I glance around to see if Kyle followed us.
“He got into his car and drove off.” Greyson announces.
I let out a shudder of a breath, glancing around the parking lot once again to see that Greyson’s correct, Kyle’s car is gone.
The words I said to Kyle repeat in my mind like a whirlpool. It slipped out so easily, and the consequences were anything but simple. All I wanted was for him to leave me alone, to stop trying to get me back because I can’t be that girl again, the one who always goes back, and always gets fucked over.
