br /> “Go ahead,” I said. “See if I care.”
“You’re such a spoiled bitch.”
“And you’re fucking crazy.”
I twirled my finger next to my head.
“At least I’m honest about who I am.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“You know,” she said.
I shook my head, having no idea.
“Are you leaving or not? It’ll be nice to not have you around.”
“I’m leaving now.”
She spun around and went to the door, opening it.
“Oh,” she said. “It’s you. Great.”
“Who is it?” I asked, hoping Austin had come over after all.
“Your asshole boyfriend,” she said then stormed out.
A nervous frown fell over my face as he walked in.
EIGHTEEN
Brooke
Austin twisted around to look back at her then turned to me and asked, “You okay?”
“No, I’m not okay,” I said, trembling with anger and other emotions.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he said in a soothing voice as he put his strong hands on my arms, calming me down almost instantly.
Why did he make me feel so safe?
“It’s just been so stressful with everything going on,” I said.
“Yeah, me too.”
“Jocelyn lied to you.”
“I figured, but I thought it might be good for us to take a step back before taking two steps forward. I didn’t know you would freak out so much.”
“I’m not freaking out. You’re just being an asshole.”
His hands rubbed my arms, melting me a bit more.
“Don’t you look at me with that face.”
“What face?” he asked then grinned.
“Those eyes.”