Attention What If

Chapter 22

POV: Darleen

I sigh and scroll on my laptop, looking at the transfer options for my school. I have all the credits and requirements I need to transfer but I think my family might actually kill me if I left my ivy league school.

"Whatcha looking at?" Skylar comes up behind me with a cup of coffee in hand.

"Nothing!" I quickly slam the laptop shut.

She raises a skeptical brow.

I blush.

No way I can tell her I was thinking about transferring schools just to be with her.

"Nothing, really," I say unconvincingly.

Last night after we set up Christmas decorations outside, we just relaxed the rest of the day. I woke up this morning and took Ace out on a walk while Skylar slept, then I started looking into transferring.

The countess jumps up on the table to let it be known she is hungry, saving the day. Skylar smiles at her and scratches under her chin before walking away to go feed her.

"Whatever you say, Darleen," she says as she walks away.

I sigh in relief.

I quickly get up and put my laptop away.

"She invited Jean," Skylar comes up behind me again.

I flinch.

"Sorry," she notices.

"What?" I turn to face her.

"Mackenzie invited Jean to our Christmas party." She says.

"So it's our party now?" I smirk and walk over to her.

"Will you be serious?" she pouts.

"How do you know she invited Jean?" I pull Skylar into me by her waist.

She sips her warm coffee before saying,

"Jade told me."

I sigh.

"Fair warning, if she shows up here I will punch her again," Skylar says.

"Please no violence," I pout.

"No promises." She pulls out of my arms.

Emptiness overcomes me when she leaves.

"So, I've been thinking." I chase after her.

"Emm hmm," she sips her coffee.

"What if... I don't know, what if I transferred schools here?"

She stops in her steps, her back to me.

"I mean then I would get to see you all the time." I quickly add.

I see her take a deep and heavy sigh before slowly turning to face me, her expression unreadable. I can feel my heart pounding like a prisoner begging to be let out of jail. We lock eyes.

"You don't even like my school." She finally says.

"So." I walk closer to her.

She takes a step back.

Why does she have to be so cruel?

"Do what you want," she turns away from me. "It's your life. Your choice. If you are asking for my opinion on the matter I'd say that's a bad idea." She walks away.

"Why?" I chase after her.

She ignores me.

"Skylar," I reach for her, but she's faster.