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“Well, fuck.” All the air rushes from my lungs, and I have the weird urge to go over and hug him.
I don’t, but fuck, I want to.
Silence follows his confession until I start to wonder if either of them is going to speak again. But when Elliot’s voice fills the room, I get exactly the words I was hoping for.
“Fine. We’ll look into it. Ask around to see if anyone has overheard anything. But in the meantime, you need to sort yourself out. At some point, you’re going to need to leave this room and deal with Oak and Olivia, and you’re in no fit state to do that right now.”
* * *
It’s been two days since Elliot and Theo burst their way in here and promised me that they’d try to figure out the truth behind all of this.
I know I should probably man up and leave the hotel, but doing that means seeing her, and as much as I might crave that, I know my presence is only going to cause her more pain. And I’ve already caused enough.
I need to at least prove my innocence over that email before I can attempt to put everything else right.
I might have had intentions of ripping her heart out and leaving, but everything has changed. And I need her to know that. The thought of walking away from her now rips me apart.
I need her.
I need her like I never thought possible.
I sit back on the sofa and scan the room. It’s still a mess, but as Elliot and Theo promised to help me, they wouldn’t let me off with making a few of my own, starting with sorting this shit out. Knowing that they could clear my name, I didn’t exactly have a choice in complying.
School finished two hours ago, and seeing as there’s no game tonight, they’ll have had practice and then probably headed back to the Chapel for a party.
My chest aches as I think about everything I’m missing out on. It was easy during the summer when Saints Cross was nothing but a memory in my mind. But right now, I’m still here, and my life that I’m not sure I hate quite so venomously is in touching distance. Yet, I’m on the outskirts, looking in. All my fault, of course, but I can’t help the pain of that ripping through me.
I’m flicking through the music channels on the TV when a knock comes from my door, and unlike before, I get to my feet and pull it open.
“You look better,” Elliot mutters, running his eyes over me.
“I showered and everything,” I mutter, pulling the door wider, but my words are cut off when I find two girls standing behind him and Theo that I was not expecting to see.
“What the hell are they doing here?” I bark, my voice holding more anger than I was expecting.
“Let’s go,” Elliot demands, reaching back and wrapping his hand around Tally’s upper arm, dragging the furious girl into my suite.
“You don’t need to manhandle me, jerk.”
“I’ll do what the hell I want,” Elliot snarls. “You were the ones who came to us,” he reminds them.
“They came to…”
“Just turned up at the front door, demanding to know where you were,” Theo adds, guiding Abigail into the room a little gentler than Elliot did Tally. I’m hardly surprised—there’s no love lost between Miss Goody Two Shoes, Tally Darlington and the Heirs.
“Well, I’m honoured, but I’m not really in the mood for a three-way so—”
“Shut up,” Abigail spits, making all our brows hit our hairlines.
“Oh?” I mutter, closing the space between us and studying her closer than I ever have before. “I think I might have underestimated you.”
“Yeah, you and everyone else who can’t see past my scars.”
Shock rocks through me, and I look over my shoulder, finding both Elliot and Theo staring at her like she’s sprouted an extra head. Tally, though, looks smug as hell.
“You’ve found him. Now, for the love of fuck, will you tell us what this is all about?” Elliot growls, his impatience with having to put up with the two of them more than obvious.
“You know, you could be a little nicer, seeing as we have the information you want,” Tally hisses. “Maybe we should take it to Oakley in—”
