The Arrangement

Chapter Fifty

Henley

I stalk away from Blair's room feeling like she's just stripped me bare. Maybe I was naive to think that we could just apologise our way out of what happened, but she's made it perfectly clear that is not going to be the case. 

In truth I don't think there's any chance of her forgiving us in the slightest. 

When I head into mine and Lennox's room, he's spread out on the bed scroll through his phone, as soon as he notices me, he gives me that fucking look that says, 'I told you so' and it grates on my last nerve. 

Yes, he did tell me that Blair was best to be left for the rest of the night, and that me going in there wouldn't achieve anything. But I still did it anyways. 

"You're a righteous prick sometimes you know that right?" I grumble settling myself in the bed next to him. 

He scoff's still scrolling through his phone, "What because I was right?"

Yes, he was right, but I am not telling him that right now, because I don't want to see his fucking smug expression. 

We're both silent for a moment, him still scrolling as if he hasn't got a care in the world whilst I stew with my guilt. 

"She hates us Len" I finally sigh, breaking the silence. 

He sighs finally putting down his phone and turning his attention to me, his expression filled with that fucking 'I told you so' look. 

"What did you expect was going to happen?" he asks. 

In truth I was hoping that everything could be forgotten, and we could all move on from it like we always do with everything else. Move it all the side and move on with our lives. Deep down I know that can't be the case but it's still what I wanted. 

Instead of admitting that, I go on the defensive. 

"It's not like you stepped in and stopped it either" I grit out through clenched teeth letting my frustrations show through. 

There's a flash of guilt because we both know I'm right now, sighing he shifts himself down in the bed next to me. "I know but right now isn't the time for either of us to be picking a fight, there's a fuck ton for us all to figure out over the next few days"

"I'm not picking a fight" I grumble, shutting the light off as I shift myself down as well. 

Yet again he's fucking right. Everything Blair said is true. We're all a mess and the thought of sticking around here to hash it all out sounds like fucking hell. But when Lord Carter decides something we all have to fucking do it. 

One way or another all our issues will be dealt with, I just have no idea what the outcome will be. My only certain at this time is that I'm sure me and Lennox will make it through and come out the other end together. 

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"Two weeks!" Blair screeches at Carter and I'm sure if she could pick something up and throw it at his head she would. Her bandaged hands move on the table as if she's really considering it but they halt, seemingly coming to her senses.

She's not happy in the slightest and cursed the whole way whilst Ashton carried her in here. Telling him and the rest of us how much she hates us. 

"I am not fucking staying here for two weeks with all of you!" the malice in her tone is astronomical and it's evident she does not want to be here.