"Because I should be the only one who looks at you like that," he murmured, his voice dropping low as he steps closer.
Miles Carter is notorious around town for being a player. Miles and his best friend, Finn, have always been well-known for their w...
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I close my eyes and breathe deeply from my nose, not wanting to answer.
"Fuck this," Alec snaps, before storming from the house.
I flinch as the front door slams. I sink to the floor, drawing my thighs to my chest, before pressing my face against them.
I make no attempt to stop the tears falling down my face.
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A light tap on my door, makes me slowly open my eyes.
I roll to my side, as the door opens. Finn pokes his head in, his unruly dark hair sticking up at odd angles. As if sensing my eyes, he quickly pushes his hand through it, in attempt to flatten it.
"Hey," he greets, his usually confident voice quiet.
We haven't spoken since last night. I don't really know what to say. I want to thank him, of course, but we made a deal about Miles. I broke it. He knows I was sneaking around with Miles, again. He took the news very well, much better than expected, but I can't help thinking that now it's a new day, he might not be so calm about it all.
"Hey," I reply softly.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," I shrug, not quite sure if I mean it. "You?"
"Yeah," he nods. "I'm going to get lunch with The Boys and then we're heading to the beach. Want to come?"
Alec's hurt face flashes in my mind, making my stomach clench for the thousandth time in the last 24 hours.
"I'm okay. Thanks though."
"You sure?" he questions with a convincing smile.
"Yeah."
He frowns for a moment. I usually would jump at the chance to go to the beach, but today, I don't feel like facing Alec.
"Okay... I'll see you later."
"Have fun," I tell him, before he closes my door.
I can't stop thinking about Miles.
The bruises, the cuts, the blood. My mind is reeling with endless possibilities - what did he do, to get himself in a situation like that? Am I at risk of being involved? Do I even want to know, what happened?
I groan, rubbing my hands roughly over my face. My head hurts.
Reaching for my phone, I dial Miles' number, even though I told myself I shouldn't. With each ring, I seem to hold my breath a fraction more. When it rings out, I let out a big sigh, my hand limply falling onto the mattress.
