Chapter eleven
"Bye dad, thanks, see you in a year." I joked, waving at the retreating car and sighing. I was really tired. It had been a long day. I opened the front door and tossed my keys.
"Mum, I'm home." I screamed, pacing towards the living room. There was no one in there. I frowned, that was weird. I checked my watch. Mum was always home by four. And it was ten past four. I poked into the kitchen and spotted a pink Post-It stuck to the fridge. I snatched and read it mimicking while I opened the fridge and looked for some water.
" 'Honey I'm visiting Fred's parents. I know, I'm sorry, it was a last minute thing, but they're flying to Florida tomorrow. We'll be back by six. Love you, mum.' " I groaned as I poured some water into a glass and tossed the Post-It. I gulped the cold water and felt it run through my throat.
"God, it feels good." I sighed and put the glass down on the counter.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. I darted towards the foyer, not really expecting anyone. I opened the door and smiled, surprised to see Reed leaning charmingly against the doorframe.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked, scrutinizing his whole body. He did look great.
"Hey, I just wanted to see if you were okay." He shrugged, crossing his arms over his bulky chest.
"Yeah, I'm better. Wanna come in?" I held the door open for him, gesturing towards the inside.
"Sure." He said, entering the house. I closed the door and walked towards the sofa, feeling him following behind.
"I actually hanged out with my dad today." I commented as I flopped down on the couch. He sat down next to me.
"Really? I thought you didn't get along,"
"We do. It's just that we don't see each other that much." I smiled and leaned against the back of the sofa. Reed posed his arm next to me and eyed me carefully. I frowned.
"What are you looking at?" I asked chuckling.
"Nothing." He answered naively. I smiled and scrutinized his face. God, how I wished I could touch him. His skin was flawless, his eyes warm, his lips tempting.
"I actually wanted to apologize for everything."
I arched an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"I talked to Luke and-"
"Yeah, about that. I know. He mentioned that before saying he hated me and after saying I was dead to him. Yeah, I'm pretty sure he mentioned it." I said mockingly, seeing how his lips twitched into a smile.
"I'm sorry." He said, putting his hand on my arm.
"Hey, really, it's okay. Anyway, I had already mentioned it to him. He just didn't know with whom."
"Oh, great, now he's after me." He joked, rolling his gorgeous eyes.
I laughed and punched him in the shoulder. "Don't worry. Luke's not that kind of guy."
"What kind of guy?"
"A bully. He's just not that way. He won't hurt you."
"But he hurt you." His words were gentle, but I still felt my heart aching. There was a small silence, and I could see him regretting having said that.
"Yeah, but I'm over him. He's dead for me too, you know." We both grinned, and I felt like everything was okay. It felt perfect.
"Well, I broke up with Emma, too."
