Chapter 5: Golden

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Song: Golden by The Wanted

- Wesley ♡

I watched as Dakota sat in the court room next to her lawyer, Nick, while biting her nails. Baylor squeezed my hand making me look at her, "Can we get out of here?" She whispered. I glared at her and paid attention back to Judge Taylor.

- Dakota ♥

I bit my nails as one of the Jury stood up. "How do you find the defendant on 3rd degree murder?" Judge Taylor asked. "Guilty," The Jury said. "How do you find the defendant on 2nd degree kidnapping?" Judge Taylor asked. "Guilty," The Jury answered. "And How do you find the defendant on 3rd degree rape?" Judge Taylor asked. "Guilty," The Jury said before sitting back down.

I could feel tears form in my eyes as Judge Taylor said, "Ian Schultz's, Guilty on all charges, is sent to 25 years in prison, Court dismissed!" I cried and hugged Nick, "Thank You!" I watched as a cop put Ian in handcuffs and brought her to the back of the court to take him away. I ran to the guys and hugged Drew feeling tears form in my eyes.

"Congrats sis," He whispered wrapping his strong arms around me and squeezing me. I smiled and let go before hugging Keaton. When I let go of Keaton I looked over Wesley and his girlfriend before fake smiling. "Congratulations, Darcy," Baylor fake smiled.

I glared at her, "It's Dakota." "Like I care," She said flipping her bleach blonde hair. I looked up at Wesley who gave me sympathy look. I glared at him and looked up at Drew, "What's for Lunch?" Keaton laughed and wrapped his arm around my waste, "Your choice." I smiled and kissed his cheek.

- 2 hours later -

"She means nothing to me," Wesley whispered in my ear. We were laying on my bed discussing what happened while I was gone. "But you're with her," I whispered back. "For management," He told me lifting up his hand and wrapping it around my waist.

The door opened and in came Baylor talking like always, "Babe I've been waiting in bed for-" she cut herself off when she saw us, "I'll wait in your room." She walked out and closed the door gently. I took his hand off my waist and glared at him. "You know I love you," He whispered. "Save the bullshit," I told him. He got the message and left my room.

Love is hard.

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