The Owner's Box

Chapter 23

Harlow POV

When we landed in Miami, I had two cars waiting. One to take Saint home and the other to take me to the hospital to see my dad. Saint had other plans though. As soon as we got the all-clear, she grabbed her bags and began to walk off without a word.

I shook my head, walking after her. "Saint. Saint." I called as I neared her, but she kept walking. I grabbed her arm to stop her. She looked up at me with sad eyes.

"What?" Saint snarled up at me. I deserved that with how I treated her in Atlanta, so I ignored the attitude.

"I have a car waiting for you to take you home." I told her, my heart thumping because I really didn't mean to hurt her feelings.

Saint paused, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Girl bye. I'm not about to do this shit with you. I can find my own way home. Go be with your family."

"No, no." I quickly clarified, feeling a pang of panic. "I just... let my driver take you you home please."

Saint looked up at me, biting her lip and shaking her head. "Harlow, be fucking for real," she said as she pulled her arm from my hold.

I reached out to grab her arm again, but she pushed me back. "Get the fuck off of me," Saint gritted out as she took a step away and pulled out her phone.

"Yo, where you at?" she asked, holding the phone to her ear.

"We're pulling up now, bae." I heard Peyton say through the phone. Just then, a black SUV with tinted windows drove up fast and came to a stop.

Rai hopped out of the truck and opened the back. "What's up, bruh-baes?" she greeted us, but the look on our faces must have told her we were not in the mood.

Saint didn't respond to Rai and didn't even look at me as she got into the backseat of the car. Before she fully closed the door, I saw tears running down her face, and my heart ached.

A moment later, the passenger window went down, and Peyton peered out at me. "Literally gonna fuck you up for making my friend cry, Harlow," Peyton said angrily.

Rai, who had just finished loading Saint's luggage, came around to the passenger side to see what was happening. "What the hell is happening?" she asked, confused.

"Nothing, just gonna key your lil friend's car up later on." Peyton responded, flipping me off.

"Peyton, please put the window up." I heard Saint say to Peyton, who huffed and put the window up.

I stood there, talking to Rai for a moment, updating her about why we'd returned early and how Dad was in the hospital.

"Shit, let me get them home. I'll meet you there." Rai said, hugging me before backing away.

"Okay." I said quietly.

"You need to fix this shit with Saint, though." Rai shrugged. "I know you, and I know this one's on you. We'll talk about it later." she said, walking around to get in the vehicle before pulling off just as fast as she had come.

I watched them drive away, feeling a mix of anger and regret. I had to find a way to fix this with Saint. But first, I had to see my dad.

I grab my briefcase and make my way over to the waiting vehicle. I get in the backseat, and the driver shuts the door for me.

I take a deep breath and lean my head back, closing my eyes. As we begin our drive to the hospital, I can't help but think about the confrontation I just had with Saint.

My mother's words also echo in my mind, telling me to stay focused. Am I truly being distracted by Saint's presence?

After what feels like an eternity, we pull up to the front of the hospital.