The Eighth Breakup ✓

Chapter 12 Suicide Is Officially Cancelled

Chapter 12: Suicide Is Officially Cancelled

"I'm Paris Fisher."

Paris?

I bit my lip and exchanged a look with Nolan, who just shook his head. Paris--the thief--patiently waited for a response.

"Helen Postulet."

"Helen?" he looked at me amazed. I nodded. "I finally found my Helen."

I cracked a smile.

Nolan stood unamused, arms crossed across his chest, in an annoyed manner. "She's taken at the moment--my girlfriend."

I stared at Nolan. Was he serious?

Paris raised his hands in front of him, pretending to back off. Our group had dispersed after the ride was over. However, I stayed back to talk to the thief. I didn't even know why. Nolan remained to keep nagging me about his ex Ruth Fisher.

Wait, Paris "Fisher."

I suddenly looked at the guide. "Do you know Ruth Fisher?"

"You know Ruth?" he asked in surprise. "My younger sister." Nolan and I exchanged a glance. I didn't want to ruin Paris's sister's life. "Why?"

Maybe that's why Paris broke into Nolan's house that night. Nolan must've taken something of Ruth like he did with me.

"She's a friend of mine," Nolan spoke up. "I just wanted to see her since I was here."

"You are?" Paris asked.

I frowned. "You don't know the Nolan Milesblue?" I asked. I mean Paris was robbing Nolan's house and Nolan was his sister's ex. "Shame." Paris's smile fell. He stared at Nolan, who was uneasily waiting for a response.

Paris handed the reins of the buggy horses to another guy before taking us with him. I was skeptical of how easily he was bringing us to his sister. Nolan texted our "friends" that he and I were going exploring on our own. Everyone already thought we were dating, so this was believable. I watched Paris as he talked about the history on our way. He looked so casual and normal.

"Stop staring at me," Paris said, pretending to whisper. "You're making me nervous."

I immediately looked away, embarrassed. I hadn't realized I was staring. He laughed. Nolan gave me a blank look.

"I was just listening--" I stopped, realizing that listening doesn't require my eyes. "Whatever."

Paris continued amused.

We were led to a decent sized wooden house with a white roof. There was a front porch with a couple of chairs. I couldn't help but admire the simplicity. We plodded inside and immediately met with a whiff of something sweet. Someone was baking. I glanced around and saw a small kitchen to the side. There was a large living room with one corner dedicated to a dining area. Little lamps and candles were placed around for light. A fireplace was lit, providing warmth but otherwise it was chilly inside. I wonder how cold it got when it snowed. January was super cold.

"This place is so . . . homey," I commented.

Paris politely said a thanks and gestured for us to sit down sofa. He then called his sister's name. The redhead girl I had seen in the photo came out of the kitchen. When she saw Nolan, her face paled. She looked at her brother and then back to her ex.

"Hi," Nolan said.

I wanted to laugh at the awkwardness. But I was his fake girlfriend, so I couldn't. How would a real girlfriend feel in this situation? Angry? Jealous? Cool? I rubbed my temple, thinking of a good reaction. Paris raised an eyebrow at me. I gave him a "what?" look. Though we had met only once, for some reason, I felt like I had known him forever. Maybe it was breaking the law thing. Or maybe it was because he was Paris and I was Helen.