"Looks like you're his next victim."
"Jesus Nova, didn't your mum ever warn you about creatures like me?! I'm not good for you and I'll end up ruining you or killing you!"
He wasn't human. There was nothing human about him. His blood was cold and hi...
To lay my world in foreign hands So why'd it take so long
All this weight should lift from every inch That suffocates the way that I think If somehow all becomes far from misfortuned destiny"
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Harry
The Chicago breeze slashes against my face as I press my foot harder against the pedal, letting my hair spin out of control behind me. Nova sits silently in the passenger seat, admiring the view as we pass the downtown strip. She seems fairly calm after I got the phone call from Louis, which isn't like her at all. Maybe she's beginning to get used to this sorta behavior while being around me. Honestly, I don't know why I let anything surprise me anymore. The club is completely unruly at this point and there's no one to blame but myself.
I've failed at finding the shooter and I've done a disservice to Nova by not working harder on pinpointing a suspect to keep her safe. If it was up to me I would've just framed Nate without another thought, but Nova claims that he was the one who was on the rooftop with her when the gunshots started on her birthday. I still don't trust him, he's not completely innocent and he's been hating my ass ever since Natalia. Ultimately, I'm the real reason his best friend is gone. Why wouldn't he be after me? Who wouldn't hate someone after that? I know I sure do.
Luckily the traffic has died down now that it's close to two in the morning, letting the drive to the club take no time. I pull in front of the club, watching the last bit of people pile out of the front doors. My eyes widen as I see two girls wrap their arms around another girl, helping her limp out of the club. Another guy staggers against the side of the brick building, his white sweatshirt tainted a crimson color.
My body tenses as I feel all the blood drain from my face. Fuck this isn't good. This is all my fault, I should've been here without leaving all of the responsibility on the boys, especially with Niall being on a date. Since when does that fucker date?
"I need to get in there," I say to Nova, frantically pushing open the driver's door. "I can call you a cab back to your place if you don't want to come in, but I need to handle this. It doesn't look pretty," I get out of the car and walk around to Nova's side, her green eyes illuminated by the Big Top neon sign in front of her.
"No, I'll come in," she insists, not wasting any time to climb out of my Mercedes, a bit of springiness in her step as she steps onto the sidewalk with me.
"You're sure?" I raise an eyebrow, watching her push her long bangs out of her face as she nods, a small smile on her face. Something seems off. She seems so...calm about this. A month ago Nova would've been having a panic attack over this, seeing people injured and covered in blood. I made her too comfortable with this. God, what the fuck is wrong with me? I'm already ruining her.
