One More Chance (Part 2)(6)
One hour and fifteen minutes, that’s how long the damn interview is. It doesn’t help that they take a few questions from students in the audience either. What hurts though is hearing one of the answers to a question where a girl asks him if he’s in a relationship and his reply is “Yes, and I’m very happy.” That hurts.
“Are you ready to go?” Quinn asks, knowing I’m going to be crying by the time we get home.
“Yep. Brody, we’re leaving, you talk to him, do what you need to do. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” I say as look toward the door we came through.
“Do you mind if I stay?”
“No, you should,” I say truthfully.
“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says as we stand and head towards the door.
We walk through the door, “Do you remember which way the exit is?” I ask confused as I look at the three hallways in front of us.
“Shit, no,” Quinn says looking as confused as I am.
“How long did it take for you to screw my brother?” I hear from behind me. I turn to see a pissed off looking Liam.
“What?”
“You heard me. Then again, don’t tell me, I don’t care anymore,” he says ignorantly.
“I’m not sleeping with him, not that it’s any of your business,” I snap.
“I’ve moved on, so should you, just not with my brother, that’s kind of pathetic don’t you think?” he says, looking hateful.
“Fuck you.”
“We already did that, no need for a repeat,” he says smugly.
“Wow, way to see you went back to being an asshole,” Quinn chimes in.
“It suits me better. You should find better company Quinn.”
“What the hell is your problem?” I shout.
“You,” he says piercing me with intense blue eyes.
“You’ve ignored me for over five months and now all of a sudden you feel you can treat me like shit, well you can’t.”
“I didn’t ignore you, we were over and I was moving forward with my life. You should do the same.”
“Maybe I have,” I say ignorantly causing him to look even more pissed off.
“Then why do you look like you want me to fuck you right now?” he asks bluntly.
“What?” I shriek.
“You heard me. You moved on, yet you want me to fuck you, why is that Haley?” he asks coldly.
“I want to slap you, not fuck you,” I shout.
“Well that’s not going to happen. But I guess I should thank you,” he says piercing me with those sexy blue eyes.
“Thank me?” I ask confused.
“Yeah, you couldn’t figure out what you wanted and now I’ve met a girl who knows exactly what she wants and has no problem trusting me or wanting to spend her life with me. So thank you for being indecisive.”
“You’re an asshole,” I say before I turn and decide to head down the hall, not caring where the hell it takes me, as long as it gets me away from Liam fucking Masters.
“Holy shit, he was a jerk,” Quinn says as she rushes to catch up to me.
“Why, why do I do this to myself?” I ask, feeling thankful that there’s an exit door in sight.
“I’m sorry Hails.”
“Me too,” I say as I bust through the door needing the air from outside.
“Are you going to pass out?” she asks worriedly
“No, just needed the fresh air,” I say as I take a few deep breaths. “Did I hear him right?”
“About what?” she asks looking confused.
“Is he engaged?” I ask, ready for the dam of tears to break.
“I don’t think so.”
“He said he found a girl who knows what she wants, who trusts him and wants to spend the rest of her life with him. Does that mean he’s engaged?”
“I don’t think so. He probably would have said it if he was. He had no problem rubbing the girlfriend in your face.”
“I hate him,” I say as we make our way home.
“I know Hails, I know.” I don’t even make it off campus before the dam breaks. The tears won’t stop falling. I knew it was going to be hard to see him, but I didn’t think we would have an altercation where he would literally rip my fucking heart out again. When does the pain go away?
Chapter Two
Time passes and it’s time to head home for holiday break. I need a few weeks away. Quinn has decided she is going to go home Christmas Day and that’s it, so she’s going to be staying at our house off campus. Brody and I are going to carpool home, since there’s no point in both of us driving.
“How’s Kenzie?” I finally ask.
“She’s fine, I guess.”