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So, yeah.
I hope Rylee keeps me around long enough to realize I'm not just an asshole.
ChapterTwenty-Two
RYLEE
"Are you shitting me?!"
Cringing away from the screeching banshee, I shush her, hoping like hell Bug didn't hear. "It's fine, Gabby. I promise."
"No, it's not fine. I hate seeing you cry, let alone that little fairy over there. Also, are we sure she's human, by the way?"
I roll my eyes at her side question. Layla's dainty features, big eyes, and smile, along with her bright blonde hair, do resemble a fairy, I suppose. A good idea for Halloween.
"Anyway, they did not deserve your forgiveness. I can't believe you didn't make them grovel! Don't you write these kinds of books?!"
I rub my eyes, attempting to get my thoughts together. "It's fine, Gabby. They gave me space for the weekend, and honestly? I barely know them, so I guess it doesn't matter that much. Sure, they were dicks, but I mean... same!"
"I don't know if you are literally the worst female or the best." Her frown makes me snort. "Seriously though, are you going on a date with all four of them this weekend?"
All my energy goes to keeping my poker face in check and not choking on my coffee. Gabby has become my breakfast buddy while Layla works hard on her home studies before she can play with our friend. Almost every morning, like clockwork, she calls me at eight-thirty, demanding I help her carry our goodies in.
"I never agreed to anything, nor have they asked me." Jude may have given my number to the other three guys, but they have only used it to check on me and wish me a good day.
I'm actually quite pleased they gave me almost a week of space and didn't show up at my door. If I'm being honest, the time apart from them was a good thing just as much as it sucked not to have them around. I feel like my head is on straight again. Things with them seemed to be moving into a territory I was uncomfortable with.Why would I make a few people I will never see again grovel?
"Then why is Marcus telling me I have to watch your little fairy this weekend?" One of her eyebrows raises in question, her lips pulling more sugary coffee into her mouth.
I don't have the answer. "Uh—"
Boop.
I can't help my laughter when Gabby snorts at my text-tone. "That never gets old," she huffs between laughs.
Marcus: Good morning, sweetheart! How are you?
I melt a little. They have all been so sweet with their messages, and for someone who isn't used to so much kindness, I'm soaking it up.
Me: I'm good. How are you?
Marcus: I miss you, but other than that I'm good. Do you want to hang out with us guys on Saturday?
"Let me guess, Marc just asked?"
The dopey smile I'm sure is plastered on my face doesn't fade even when I try to wipe it away. "Yeah, he asked if I would hang out with them this Saturday."
"I will watch Layla." Gabby smiles warmly at me.
Such a normal offer shouldn't bring tears to my eyes, yet it does. I've just never done things for myself, I guess. I mean, sure I'm happy, but me going out two weekends ago was the first time I've enjoyed time out. Maybe I should have opened myself up to friends sooner, but I really don't think any other person would have worked.
I could say it was the guys who broke me down brick by brick, but it wasn't. It was the bright pink haired pixie sipping on straight sweetener in front of me with her blinding sunshine and nonexistent boundaries who weakened my walls. She’s my first friend in far too long.
"Okay," I whisper and before I talk myself out of it, I wrap Gabby up in a hug big enough to make her choke on her coffee. "Thank you, Gabby. I just-Yeah." Literally, the only person who I open up to is my child. Only because she is ridiculously emotionally competent.
"Of course, babe. What are you guys going to do?" She wags her eyebrows suggestively.
Boop.
