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I stall with my cell in my hand as I stare at Avery.Austin? It’s a podcast about Austin? “The conversations? Austin?” I gasp.
Avery nods. “What else would it be about?”
Air wooshes out of me as I run a hand down my face. “Nothing.”
Blue eyes study me. “I don’t believe you.”
I narrow my eyes. “I don’t care.” She won’t push me on this.
Avery has a past so she can deal with not knowing mine. But what the hell had Harry got from me? One chat stands out the most because Harry had been extremely forceful in wanting to know about the night of the Dexter's fight. I hadn't thought anything of it. Until now. The morning he'd brought the blueberry muffins. Damn him. Has Austin listened to it? I’m surprised he hasn’t used it as an excuse to come here.
"When do we kick his ass?" Avery asks, deadpan. I’m well aware that she means it.
I try to smile, appreciating the gesture, but the shock of everything coming up about Dad has unsettled me. I could kill Harry and Austin for this new spotlight that I don’t want. The acid is still sloshing in my stomach, but Harry doesn't know, and I’ll take comfort from that.
What the hell does Harry think has happened with Austin? Because I can reveal all.
A big fat nothing.
And I’m going to keep it that way.
Do I listen to it?
"I wouldn't." She reads my face.
This is why I don’t trust people. The people who I should be able to trust, hurt me. Dad being the first. And now Harry.
Clearly, I'm not going to the library, and Harry will face the wrath of what he's done when I feel more in control of this whole thing, and myself. "I'll head out."
Avery nods. "Okay. I'm going toRise & Grindto meet Izzy, call me if you need anything. And I mean,anything."
I'm quite sure if I gave her the instruction, she’d deal with it. She talks like kicking ass is completely normal, and I’ve seen the dark streak in her. As Avery grabs her backpack and leaves, I exhale and flop against the wall, dropping down to the floor. I want to hibernate and forget the world, but how do I do that? My cell vibrates in my hand, I glance at it, and don't recognize the number. Is this how it starts? A small part of me feels sorry for Austin. The podcast, being in the light, must feel like this all the time. But Austin must like the attention as Harry had never mentioned him complaining about something or asking for it to be taken down. I unlock it and look at the message.
Austin:I'm coming over x
I frown, and then understanding dawns. He's listened to it. But he cares enough that he's thought to text me. How the hell had he got my number? And why does he have to be nice? Actually, it’s rather controlling. Austin has a way of demanding things from me, and that only serves to confuse me. I’ve never had someone be like this with me before.
I like it.
I’ve never had someone treat me this way before. He shows affection and then acts like he wants to slap my ass and tie me up. I’ve never been tied up, but I quite like envisioning Austin doing it.
I type quickly because I won't put it past him to not be standing outside, ready to come up here.
Mia:I'm not home!
Austin:Avery contests that x
Damn it, I’ll kick her ass.
Mia:I'm heading out now.
The three dots appear. I watch them, my breath feeling a little shallow as my heart flaps erratically.
Austin:Heading out is not the same as already being out, M.I.A. ;-) If you're still home, I'm coming to you in fifteen minutes x
The attitude on this one, but I smile. I hate that he can make me smile. I know he will follow through with the threat.How will he know if I leave or not? I'm not going to stick around and test him. I don't bother responding to his text. I don't even know what to say. I grab my jacket as my cell vibrates erratically.
Nova:WTF!
