DESTINY'S PLAN - *HOT NEW BOOK*

Chapter 44 - Halloween part 2

Krissy's POV

We weren't the only ones leaving the club.

It was like a wave of nostalgia had crashed into this bougie London car park, with numerous Emerson High alumni running between the park cars in their wild costumes and garish face paint, greeting the people they hadn't seen since the day we left the school we were now all venturing to.

The energy was electric and full of anticipation! It was a feeling I shamefully hadn't felt since I left school, and I just wanted to be a part of it, to be immersed in it! It was what motivated my feet to disregard the cramping sensation in my toes, and move faster in order to not miss a moment.

And I did, I picked up the pace, scurrying next to Jason's long strides as he leads Roslyn and I through the organised array of stationary cars, his men in black maintaining two paces behind us.

"Yo, Jason! We need to catchup at Emerson!!", someone shouts from deep inside the parked cars. I couldn't see who it was with Jason's body blocking my view, and I didn't try to look past him, thinking that my focus was best served ensuring that I don't stack to the ground in front of my old classmates. However, from Jason's reaction, a quick nod in the direction of the voice, I'm assuming it's one of his boys from back in the day, as despite Jason still visibly tense from what happened in the club, his energy was warm towards the voice.

"Look, there's Rochelle and the girls", Roslyn whispers into my ear, her voice jumpy due to the pace in which we were being pulled. I nod seeing Rochelle, Kimberly, and Chioma getting into a retro white car parked, I'm sure purposely, next to Chad's Rolls-Royce. 

"Umm, Jason we're going to catch a ride to Emerson with the girls", I say looking up at him, admiring for the fifth time tonight how great Jason looked dressed as 'the boy who lived'. His dark hair, black eyes, and tortured demeanour lending itself to the essence of the character, despite him looking nothing like the actor who played Harry Potter.

Again, Jason doesn't reply to me.

Instead, he keeps his head straight, his expression infamously blank, and his eyes looking far ahead of him.

I scrunch my brows at his non-reaction, feeling myself getting pissed off with his steadfast commitment to not look or talk to me. So, I whip my head away from him, mimicking his stance by keeping my head straight and my eyes looking far forward. I mean, with it only being mere minutes since we've stepped out in front of our ex-classmates, my preference was obviously not to create a scene but, the pile of mean glares and cold shoulders were getting too hard for me to covertly handle, and I now find myself raking my mind, trying to come up the most passive but effective way of telling Mr Jason Quill to fix his fucking face.

But typical Jason! It was like he could feel me looking for a win and wanted to get in first and pacify my plans. 

"Okay", he throws the word out not breaking his position to even give me a glance.

Okayyy? I whip my head to the right, to see if Roslyn was witnessing this unwarranted coldness but she wasn't. Roslyn was aimlessly flicking through her Snapchat story, confident that holding my right hand meant that she wouldn't fall, when what was really keeping us stable was Jason holding my left.

Not finding favour with the two individuals I was wedged between; my eyes wonder to our surroundings, immediately noticing that the parking lot had suddenly become fuller with more Emerson alumni stumbling out of the club. With the increase in familiar faces, I begin to remove my left hand out of Jason's grip, suddenly feeling less confident in our decision to be holding hands in public, for very obvious reasons. I mean if anyone had questions as to why we were holding hands when we were inside my answer would be; he was doing the gentlemanly thing and helping a girl, who just happens to be his ex, out of a busy club. Simple.