Hiding Behind The Music - Lilly's Soundtrack

Hiding Behind The Music - Chp 7 [Statistics]

"I've been wrong so many times/Let's be realistic/I'm only a statistic to you/And it hurts so deep inside/Maybe I'm sadistic/I love what you've inflicted to me" - Madina Lake - Statistics

“Hello?” I asked wrapping my free hand around my waist as I walked along the grass slowly, letting my feet glide through the lush grass in the backyard.

“Lilly!” someone yelled into the phone the background noisy and vague.“Lilly!” it was Sonny. “It’s me! Where are you? You’re supposed to be out at the after party!”

I grimaced because although I didn’t want to go I'd give anything to be there instead of where I was at; broken and confused.

“So where are you?!” she demanded her anger bubbling.

“Who are you talking to?” someone, a male, slurred on the other end. I grimaced at the thought of him, Craig Olton, drunk and leering all over a free lady.

“Sonny,” I said “Are you okay? Do you want me to pick you up?” I called into the phone knowing how Craig got when drunk, I was on high alert and highly protective of Sonny, I wanted her to experience no heart ache like I had.

The phone line went dead and instantly I drew cold. Its okay, its okay I soothed myself. I hoisted myself up on the gazebo’s railings sitting my phone on the table. I waited for a call to ease me. I didn’t trust Craig and unlike Sonny when it came to guys I didn’t swoon liker her or react. I've only ever had my heart go ecstatic by one person.

My heart increased the slightest when that one person hoisted themselves up beside me, their arm bumping mine causing an acceleration increase to the heart.

I kept my eyes on my phone. I had decided that if kept cold and ignored him he’d get the hint and stay away, I didn’t want any guy related drama, from what I hear broken hearts from a guy seemed ten times worse, I was broken enough as it was.

“Are we waiting for a call?” He asked amusement in his tone as he noted me ignoring him.

“There’s no ‘we’.” I mumbled.

Hayden sat beside me his body’s outlines subtly clear by the moon and stars but also the faint light that shed from the back door. He sat beside me in black cargos and a white fitted shirt. Curse him for knowing my weaknesses! I thought as I pointedly ignored his well defined chest through the shirt. I could feel his gaze intently on me and although I was meant to hold that cold demeanor his teasing and pushiness and altogether the word ‘we’ had my lips twitching up into a faint smile.

“What are you doing here?” I asked stretching my long legs out to rest on the back of a chair.

“Thought I'd come outside and annoy you.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

I rolled my eyes the smile still playing on my lips but bigger “I meant at my house not sitting beside me.”

He chuckled lowly the voice rusty and shivery “Picking up Kate.” I just nodded as he said Kate; it bought me back to reality of the situation. Hayden just seemed so normal; maybe it was because his face wasn’t the one all through the tabloids. “She told me though that you were out here on the phone, so I came out to find you staring at the phone instead…?” he trailed off with a hidden question behind his statement.

“What time is it?” I asked steering clear of the phone.

He smiled “Doesn’t your phone say that?”

I laughed a short puff of frustration “Please tell me what I'm missing? What d you need to know about my phone Hayden?”

He smiled smugly shrugging “You’re the one staring at it with caution.” He countered.