Unpredictable Love

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Karleigh's POV

My stupid phone rang for what seemed like ages, and with every ring my heart broke a little more. I couldn't find the decency to answer the call from him.

Aunt Jocelyn glances over at me from the driver seat and raises her brows.

"Are you going to answer that?" Fuck, is she nosy.

"Didn't plan on it." I reply, my voice weak.

"Who is it?" She asks after an awkward pause.

"I don't know, Aunt Jocelyn." I snap. She can obviously tell I'm lying. Of course I know who it is, it's the one person I've been waiting for to call me, yet for some reason I'm ignoring their call.

It's Harry.

Maybe I'm ignoring it because I don't want to have this conversation with him while I'm riding in the car with Aunt Jocelyn. She's quite nosy, and no doubt as soon as I hung up the phone she'd bombard me with questions that I'm not prepared to answer.

That's not it. My conscience nags me, and I attempt to silence her. If there were some way to get my stupid ass conscience out of my head, I'd do it. She's quite the blatant bitch.

Tension builds in the car, but I'm sure as hell not gonna fix it. Just as that thought crosses my mind, Aunt Jocelyn clears her throat. Go figure.

"Do you have any plans tonight?" She's trying to discretely snoop.

"Nope." I say, popping the 'p' obnoxiously. Her head nods as if she's taking this into consideration.

"So you're coming to dinner tomorrow night then?" From her tone of voice, I can tell that she's not really asking. She's telling me, in a generous tone.

"Apparently." I grumble and she grins. What the fuck was I thinking agreeing to come to this lunch? Oh yeah, I wasn't. All I could think about was the misery I was enduring from that headache.

"Are you going back to work?" I ask her as we pull into the driveway of her house, but she doesn't get out.

"Yeah, I'll be off at 4:30." She tells me as I climb out of her car. Aunt Jocelyn backs out of the driveway, and I watch her car disappear down the street. I tug my keys out of my back pocket and immediately unlock the mustang. No way am I staying home.

When I start the car, the radio blares music and I hastily lower the volume. Normally the loud music wouldn't bother me, but right now I need time to compose my thoughts. An idea pops into my head, and I know where I'm going to go.

With a heavy foot, I hit the gas pedal and speed towards the library that I went to on that first day I was here in Dallas.

The first day I met Harry, actually. God, he was such a cheesy idiot. I grin to myself at the memory, then frown. Dammit, why did I ignore his call.

To give him a chance to escape the disaster that I am. He deserves so much better than me, and I would only be hurting him in the long run. We both know he's too good of a person to be with me. Harry's out of my league. He said it himself, that he didn't have a lot of time to waste his time.

And that's the last thing I want to do, is waste his time. Especially on someone like me.