It just had to be a love story.

Chapter 11

*** songs on the chapter
Halsey - Ghost
Paramore - All I wanted
A great big world - Say something

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I hadn't expected Danielle to spend the entire night with me. I guess you never know someone until they show themselves to you. I was beginning to understand that.

" Rhen honey I noticed you didn't come back with the Mustang?" Danielle questioned over breakfast.

I raised my head and looked at everyone, and their eyes were on me.
Brogan stared at me with a raised brow, Rhiyan -who hadn't met the car - stared at me expectantly, which was starting to be some sort of norm for her. It made me feel like I owed her something.

Paul kept his eyes on his food, staying out of a matter that in no way concerned him, since he had no say in my life. Not in this life time.

"I gave it back." I answered dryly, I had bigger fish to fry, I didn't have energy to waste on a car that the whole world didn't want me having.

"Oh." Danielle responded with a strange tone. I didn't mind her.

At that everyone, and by "everyone" i mean my family and not Paul, went back to eating. Breakfast went by like sour candy, it wasn't a mind blower but it was okay. I was the first to leave the penthouse after breakfast. I'd had enough bonding with my family to fill up my week. I pranced around in the lobby with no purpose whatsoever.

"Hey Meg." I answered my phone at the second ring.

"Where were you last night? Farrah I was worried sick." Meghan said immediately.

"I know I'm sorry, I thought I sent you a text, but I woke up with it typed but not sent."

"Well you owe me, you were supposed to spend the weekend. Lunch today, on you." She replied, I smacked my forehead. I wasn't planning on a day with her or anyone for that matter. I needed time to myself, time to think.

"Raincheck, I promise I'll owe you big time." I said, and I could hear her sigh into the speaker.

"Okay you owe me, big time." Meghan said, "I love you." And added.

"I love you too." I responded, giving her the go ahead to hang up.

I found myself standing across the street from a clothing store, I needed clothes and seeing that this was a sign, I went in. I picked out a couple of black dresses and two pairs of black jeans and t-shirts of the same colour. Keeping in mind that this is what Jayce wanted. I stopped, deep in thought.

What did I want?

I wanted to get back at him for what he said, and that's what I did. I started taking clothes at random, not just any clothes though, clothes I knew would piss Jayce off. I picked out a maroon lace dress, a denim jacket, a white tank top, white jeans and other unnecessary clothes. And I figured why not simply go all the way and chose a pair of brown strapped sandals - which I hate to admit, I took a liking to. I could turn back and act like this wasn't real and that this wasn't something I wanted but the truth is, I wanted it. I wanted to belong. I also took a pair of brown ankle boots.

I stumbled back into the penthouse, all 4 bags fully stocked with clothing and only 1 forth of bags had black clothes. Brogan helped me carry the bags to my room, where I spilled the contents on to the bed.

"What's this?" Brogan questioned.

"Something different." I said simply with a smirk growing on my face. I looked at the clothes with a sense of longing.