His Guilty Pleasure

Chapter Thirty Three

"Its mighty nice of Leanne to give you that." Mom says. I watch her glance from me to her book. She's more interested in me but I make my book seem important. I gave the college thing another try because Joe said it's important. I mean, I'm not saying I didn't want to go to college but it's not one of my preference.
Davie and Joe are gone for their two-day business trip and it's up to Mom to call in Christmas decorators. I wish I went to Dad's for this holiday, we buy a tree and decorate ourselves. This is our very first Christmas with David and his family; Mom is even ordering a catering service. She's changed into a rich pleasing snob.
"I have you met, Darla, Joe's new girl?" Mom asks, still reading. Darla? Who the hell is Darla? We didn't discuss this. I shoot him a quick text and put my book down.
"No, no haven't. Have you?" I say, nonchalant.
"No one has. Not even Davie, it's quite surprising I tell you."
I nod my head although she can't see me.
Luke's number pops up on my phone, pulling me away from crazy thoughts.
"Hey, think you could pick me and Lizzy up from the airport? Joe is somewhere." He says, pretty annoyed. I didn't know they were coming here for Christmas. Since Lizzy has been with Luke, she hasn't called me and I barely get a reply through text. I'd really like to see her and I tell her about Joe.
"Yeah, I'll borrow the car."
I hang up, snatching Moms keys off the hook. She's no longer in the living room reading so why bother her? I can just drive and get them.
Davie wouldn't like me driving her car but oh well, he doesn't have to know.

"I don't care." Lizzy growls, wrapping her coat tight. I don't say much as I drive them back to the complex. They seem angry with each other and I don't want to get involved. Luke mocks her and she shoots him a glare then punch. Ouch. I'm glad me and Joe dont hit each other. I might hit him over this Darla girl. Who is she?
"Luke, do you-"
"He doesn't know shit." Lizzy spits.
"You're one to speak." Luke retorts.
"Forget it.." I mutter. I pull out my phone, checking my messages. Joe replied. He better have a good excuse for why Darla is being mentioned with his name.
"Danielle!"
I look up and a car in the wrong lane is heading toward us. I drop my phone, controlling the wheel and we're spinning in the other lane. I can hear glass and screams. My head feels heavy and I feel helpless.