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“Well now you know I wasn’t,” he replies in a soft tone.
“But you aren’t even friends with her. She’s my friend, does he also want to voice his thoughts on me?” Lorenzo argues. He turns back to Elias.
“Do you want to know what he said when I told him that?” That’s all Elias needs to say for Lorenzo to get what he means, because he scoffs.
“Of course,” he whispers.
“Wait, so like, every time you talk to someone who isn’t rich, he moves you to another state. I’m surprised you haven’t traveled through all of America in that case,” I point out, my eyes wide. Honestly, even with Elias’s confirmation, I’d hope Roland would at least be a decent father. It still surprises me how he continues to prove me wrong every time.
“He doesn’t normally do this. He usually just says to be careful of their intentions if you’re willing to talk to them, I don’t know what’s wrong with him this time,” Aurora explains. Oh, so it’s a me thing?
“I barely even talk to you, what’s wrong with him? How did he know about me anyway?”
“He went through my phone and saw your contact,” he says.Saw your contact.It hits me. The messages. He saw the messages he’d sent me. What the hell? Does Roland not know what privacy is? Last time I checked, he was great at acting like nothing was his business, but now suddenly he’s violating boundaries to make it his.
My face features relax, and I rethink the whole situation. So, if I am to summarize it, Elias is leaving because Roland is annoyed that he’s hanging out with a non-rich girl, who’s actually very rich. Which means he’s leaving for nothing, and that girl is me.
Chapter 25 – Sessanta
Val
I walk into the library after break time, which I went out of school for. Doing some work should do me justice, considering school takes a lot of my time. The others seemed they like needed they’re own time as well. I stroll toward my normal spot in a far corner, at the end of the shelves and spot Elias as I get closer, his head lowered in the book which is open almost a quarter way through. His messy hair hangs down his face, almost covering his eyes. One of his legs is folded down, the other upward.
I finally move forward, dropping my bag to the ground and sitting next to it. The thud gets Elias’s attention, and his head shoots up.
“Hoodies suit you. You should wear them more often,” I tell him, crossing my legs. His back is against the corner between the shelves and the wall, and I sit opposite him, so I block out hisview of the library. A smile attempts to form on his face but fails, leaving nothing but a small glimmer in his eyes.
“This is temporary, I was almost late. As a company heir, I’m expected to represent the formality of the business. Hoodies show informality and immaturity,” he recites robotically, his face expression neutral as if reciting off a card.
“Did he tell you that?”
His head drops down to the book, but I spot him pursing his lips. My chest tightens, and I begin tapping the tips of my long nails to my thumb. Well, at least now he also has the right to hate me. Now we’re equal. Except this time, I was the one who did this. Now he has to move all the way to New York. “I’m sorry. About you having to move,” I blurt out.
“You don’t need to apologize. It’s not your fault, you did nothing wrong,” he tells me, keeping his gaze down.
“Then I’m sorry about your father,” I rephrase. He raises his head now, looking at me.
“I’m used to it. On the bright side, at least you got to see proof. Roland isn’t the best person, and I get the most of his judgment,” he states. The words remind me of what I had said not long ago.
“Aurora told me he isn’t the best father, and personally, I’m waiting until you tell me otherwise because I don’t believe it,” I explain.
“He isn’t. I won’t lie to you.” he states. Exactly.
“Nice to know. Guess it’s one of the other bad traits he has.”
He thinks I wanted Roland to be a bad father. Like I wished that upon him. A heavy feeling appears in my stomach. “Of course I—” I cut myself off, lost for words, “I never meant it like that. I would never hope for anyone to have a bad parent, no matter who they are. That’s a literal crime in my book. I—” I take a break to breath. “Trust me, Roland is the last person I expectedto be a bad father. I’ve never wished that I could be more wrong,” I assure him.
His eyes pierce through mine, and a small smile appears in his face. The smile sends a weak wave of warmth through me.
“At least you don’t hate me that much.”
“I don’t.” The words come out before I think them through. “I don’t hate you. Trust me, I wouldn’t hate anyone without proof that they’re a bad person. I just . . . don’t trust you completely yet.”
The smile remains on his face for a small period of time before slowly fading. His gaze drops, but not back to the book. My lips part, trying to say something. What am I supposed to say? I feel so bad now. How could I let him think that? Even after texting me, this is how I repay him.
“Now you just made me feel guilty,” I tell him.
“Don’t. It’s not worth it. Even if you hadn’t hated me or anything, nothing would’ve changed his mind,” he points out. Dammit, Roland. You’re such an ass for this. I hate you so much, I don’t think I’ll be able to ever express it.
