"Pierce, please I'm trying to study." I let out an aggravated sigh as my eyes flickered upward from the white-colored pages of my textbook. Pierce approached closer to me, sliding the textbook out from my lap and throwing it to the side.
"Take a bre...
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If people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
I repeated the words over and over again to myself in my head. I could barely hide the smile on my face, the one I was trying so hard to get rid of. There was no use in lying to myself, the moment Pierce and I had outside my stomach erupted in butterflies.
I just couldn't risk anyone else knowing because Pierce and I were still done.
After Pierce had hugged me for the present, he stated he needed to get back to breakfast before everyone began to worry about where he was. The minute Pierce left I was alone in the greenhouse, scanning over the place I might meet my fate in just a little bit.
I spent the next 20 minutes searching through the greenhouse for anything that could be used as a weapon. I was out of luck when I could only find gardening gloves and a bunch of bags of dirt. If I was going to kill Cayde Matthews I needed a gun and I knew exactly where to get one. I just needed to figure out how to get it without anyone noticing.
I mapped out a plan in my head for an escape, playing the possible scenario over and over in my head. I just hoped Cayde was working alone on this or there was no way I was making it out of this alive. But I had to do what I needed to protect the people I love.
I told myself to push the thoughts aside as I took a deep breath in and walked back into the resort. I hoped I was able to just slip away and back in without anyone noticing. I headed towards the breakfast bar when I felt a hand grip my bicep and pull me aside. I stumbled before catching my balance, and coming face to face with my dad.
"Do you want to explain why you left and then Pierce leaves? Then you two come back 20 minutes apart?" My father questioned, his brows raising as he narrowed his green eyes down at me. I was caught off guard, seeing my plan didn't exactly work.
"No." I ripped my arm from his grip, in complete disbelief with him right now. "Absolutely not. You haven't talked to me since Xander's Thanksgiving party because I went on a little motorcycle ride. And now you're going to drag me away from everyone and start questioning me about Pierce? No dad, you don't get to question me. You haven't talked to me in two weeks."
I could tell my words stung when his face had fallen. My dad has only ever wanted the best for me but I was at the point in my life where I needed to choose what was best for me. I was eighteen, nineteen next month and he needed to understand that. I wasn't following into the picture he's had of me since I was a kid, but I was determining my own ride not him.
"I'm sorry." My dad breathed out a sigh, glancing down at the ground like he was ashamed of his actions lately. "I'm sorry for how I acted that night and I'm sorry I haven't talked to you since. I've been wanting to, I just didn't know if you were still angry with me."
"I am angry with you." I stood up straight, crossing my arms over my chest, "I've been going through a really hard time lately with the breakup and I've needed my dad there. But all you have done is belittle me and tell me what horrible decisions I have made."
