My Annoying Yet Possessive Bad Boy

Chapter 33

☀️Crystal's POV☀️

"Come on, Crystal, don't leave the poor guy waiting," Laura says.

"I honestly wish I could put you in a box and ship you out to the other side of the world," I say, crossing my arms.

"Well, too bad you'll never get your heart's desire; besides, you know you need us too much," Nora says, giving me a Cheshire grin.

"Don't count your chickens before they're hatched. You never know, I might yet ship you guys off before you can even utter the words, 'I'm a pretty princess like the Disney princesses'".

"Ha! I'd love to see you try," Laura says, and she dumps my duffle bag in my arms.

"Now get out of here before he calls us again," Nora says, and I glare at her.

"Trust me, I'm going to get my revenge on you guys soon."

"What are you talking about? My ship has already sailed." Laura says she is flipping her hair back and sticking out her tongue at me.

I huff and then playfully glare at Nora. "Fine, then get ready to face justice, Nora."

Nora rolls her eyes at me, and I mentally catalog ways to ship her off undetected. "You should do Ben some justice and get down there before he thinks that you took off at the last minute."

"I'd rather he'd think that," I say.

"I bet you would, but at the same time, I know you wouldn't," Laura says, and I roll my eyes.

"Fine, fine, I'm leaving," I say, hoisting my duffle bag higher on my shoulder. I give them a not-so-friendly gesture, and they chuckle.

I turn to leave as I hear them say, "Take pictures!". I didn't even give them the satisfaction of my scowl.

As I make my way down the hall and to an elevator, I notice that I have a chance to think for a bit. Probably not the best option, but my mind is a cluttered mess, and some reorganizing might be in order.

First off, I've seemed to have forgotten my vow to get revenge on Ben, a.k.a. the demon spawn, for all the annoying situations he's been putting me in, but lately I've noticed, although I hated it, that the feeling of wanting to get revenge on him has slowly dissipated. I don't have the harsh desire to see him fried in oil; well, maybe embarrass him a little, not to the extent of sending him to guilltones. Maybe it's because of his little threats. Threats to me, but not to him, yet threats none the less. But anyway, I think he's bewitching me to believe that he's a nice guy. Of course, he stood up for me against Amber, and he did say he cared about me, but still, I find that hard to believe. He could be playing with my heart. But, of course, I am not handing it to him. Nope, not even on a gold or silver platter. It also reminds me: can I trust him? I can make up my mind or trick it to believe that he still has some morals, but what if they're all a scheme? Ugh, you know what? I'll sweep the Ben case under the rug, and the bed belongs there for now. I don't see how I can untangle the web of confusion that is Ben Connor.

Next, I have Anna. I can say that I trust her, but what I can't say to her or any of my friends is to some extent. It's not because of her past mistakes, in which case she has already explained her reason for doing the things that she has done. Yes, they may have done wrong things and have no excuses, but I understand her idea of being in solitude if things don't work out between her and Amber. I wish I could help her, but I can sense that there are some lingering locks that she won't open just yet, even though she has slightly opened up.