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And now she’s lost the only parent she had left, she needs my poison in her life less than ever.
She needs the girls. They can give her what she needs right now.
Whatever the fuck that is.
I mean, really. What the hell do I know about comforting a girl who’s lost their terminally ill parent?
I can barely look after myself and my boys most days.
“Have you called her?” Tally asks, dragging me back to the conversation they were having before I sat down.
“Yeah, just goes to voicemail,” Olivia says sadly.
“Same.”
“Well, let’s just blow off classes after lunch and go to her house,” Raine suggests. “I knew it was a bad idea not to go and get her this morning.”
“She was adamant she wanted to do it alone,” Olivia argues.
“Yeah. And look how well that turned out. Besides,” Tally adds. “She’s not at her house.”
My breath catches and my eyes jump up from focusing on my lunch to fully focus on Tally.“Where the fuck is she then?” I bark, earning myself more than a couple of amused looks from the guys.
Fuck.
“Didn’t they tell you last night?” Olivia asks. “She moved into dorms.”
A deep frown wrinkles my brow.“Why the fuck would she do that?” I bark, instantly regretting my outburst.
There aren’t many people in this world that can make me lose my grip on reality, but the shy, petite redhead is certainly one of them.
Actually, she might be theonlyone.
“She couldn’t be at the house any longer,” Tally explains. “So she begged Mr Porter for a room.”
“You lot helped her move though, right?”
I don’t need a verbal answer, the sadness on their faces says it all.
“She’s not making it very easy to help her right now.”
“Then you need to try harder,” I argue.
“Maybe you should give it a go,” Reese suggests. “You might be able to get through to her in a way the girls can’t.”
“I doubt she’ll want to see me,” I reason, my heart rate increasing and my blood heating as I briefly think about what happened the last time we were close enough to have a conversation.
I might have attended the funeral, but I didn’t get anywhere near her. Instead, I remained in the shadows, hoping that my presence alone would be a support to her while I watched her any chance I got.
I knew if the guys caught me, my life wouldn’t be worth living. So I kept it discreet.
I’m pretty sure I was so discreet that she had no idea I was even there.
I’ve second-guessed that decision since the moment I stepped out of the church. Maybe going to her and letting her know I was there would have helped.
But why would it?
I’m not her friend, not really.
