Finding 4

Chapter 15

Marley

"Come on it'll be so fun," Keely practically begs me as she sits at the end of my bed.

I sigh and sit down in the chair at my vanity. She wants me to go to a party with her and Tierny tonight. Normally, I'd say yes to a party. Tonight though, I don't want to go. I don't want to because I know that Callum will be there.

"Please," she begs again "you don't even have to talk to him. You can just run away if you see him."

"Keely," I rub my forehead.

"Come on Marley," she clasps her hands together.

I stare at her for a moment before sighing. "Fine. But I am not being the DD."

She squeals and shimmies in her spot on the bed. "Yay! Okay."

I chuckle and shake my head. "So, what are we wearing?"

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"Oh I don't know about this," I say as I stare at myself in the floor length mirror in Tierny's bedroom.

"I do," Tierny nods and whistles "If I was a boy, I'd get a hard on from just looking at you."

"Tierny!" I laugh. "It's just so..."

"Hot?" Keely offers.

"Sexy?" Tierny adds.

"Rideable?" Keely shrugs.

"Not me," I scrunch my nose and turn to face them.

"It is you," Tierny stands up and walks to me. "Come on girl I've seen those instagram posts, you used to wear stuff like this all the time."

Yeah, until Mason called me a whore and spat in my face for it.

"Well," I tilt my head slightly before turning around to look in the mirror again. I do look pretty good. "Okay fine."

Tierny smiles and walks back over to her closet. Moments later, we're all ready and waiting for the guys to get here and pick us up. They insisted that we ride with them, even if that meant Callum was there too.

A car horn honking outside makes us all get up and grab our things, before making our way down the stairs and outside. The back door to the black souped up Range Rover opens.

Callum steps out to let us in and his eyes immediately land on me. The way they travel up and down my body, and he clenches his jaw, doesn't go unnoticed. Not by me, and apparently not by Keely either from the way she snorts and nudges me with her elbow.

I slide into the backseat, and go to the back row. Guess who gets shoved in the back with me?

Yep.

Callum.

"Your elbow is stabbing me," I tell him about ten minutes into the drive, when everyone else has engaged in their own conversation in the front.

"Well maybe if you'd scoot over," he shoots back.

I scoff "I'm all the way against the window."

"Whatever," he mumbles, looking out of his window and chewing on his nails.

I roll my eyes at him. He's so aggravating.

Aggravatingly handsome.

No he's not!

Ugh!

My phone dings and I pick it up, hoping it will give me a distraction from the boy sitting next to me. It's a girl I used to go to school with.

Why is she texting me.

I click on the message that has a video. I click play on the video.

My heart stops fully.

Oh my God.