Miles Away (A Squad Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

⚠️ Fluff warning ⚠️

Ariel's POV:

I walked into the house, holding Lucy back when she tried to run off.

"Sit, Lucy."

"Stay."

I went to the kitchen to take Lucy's cloth then went back to Lucy and took her harness off before using the cloth to wipe her paws and her belly before letting her go.

I hung the towel back on it's original place and went up to my room.

I went up to my room and knocked on the door.

No response.

I frowned and knocked again, "Lexi?" I called, pushing my ear against the room door. I couldn't hear anything.

Quietly, I opened the door only to see that there was no one in the room. What?

I set my keys on my desk and phoned Lexi a couple times, but she didn't pick up.

My stomach twisted in fear, all of the possible things that could happen suddenly flooded my head. I hurried down to George's room

"Byeeee." I heard someone yell enthusiastically.

I barged into the room without bothering to knock. Lucy squeezed past me. "Lucyyyyyy." George cooed at the Golden Retriever, kneeling on the floor with his arms opened and laughed when the dog barrelled into him.

"Where's Lexi?" I asked him. He continued to pet Lucy.

"George!" I snapped to get his attention, my body tensed up. Am I panicking just because a girl isn't here?

"Where's Lexi?" I repeated, shaking off the thought and wringing my hands. My whole body suddenly felt itchy.

My face must've betrayed my thoughts because George laughed at me. "Relax, buddy. Your girlfriend just went to Walmart. She's going to come back at around 4." He chuckled.

I glared at him. "She's not my girlfriend and it's 4:34 right now. Why isn't she back yet? Walmart isn't that far away."

George frowned and stood up, brushing himself. "Know your time." I added. "Come on, grab your keys, we're taking your car. Let's go." I told him, leaving his room.

When I reached the garage, Ben was already there, opening the garage door. I raised an eyebrow at him in surprise.

"I heard you in George's room." He answered, "and I'm coming with you."

The R8's lights flashed once as George came through the door, his keys pointed at the car.

I opened the door and let Ben get into the back seat. "Let's roll out, boys." George attempted to lighten the mood.

My skin began to crawl. I wish I hadn't let George drive, I feel like I wouldn't be so nervous if I was the one driving.

"Shut up and drive, George."

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Lexi's POV:

No way. How is this possible?

"What do you want, James?" I demanded, my voice harsh and firm. "Why are you here?"

"So I'm not allowed to be in Miami now? I'm sorry, I didn't know that." My ex replied sarcastically, his arms still wrapped around me.

I struggled to free myself, my eyes filled with loathing and hatred. "What do you want?" I repeated, my eyes narrowed to slits, my voice steely.

He smirked at me as he began to push me backwards. "Well, I had recently ran out of chicks to hook up with so I decided to see if you would like a fling." James smiled with a glint of menace.

"You're crazy to think that I would ever date you again." I retorted, taking another step back only to find my back against something hard.

Turning my head, I realised that James had cornered my against my own Lambo. Idiot. I snapped at myself mentally.

James was now leaning against my Lamborghini with one hand, cornering me.

He was leaning so close to me that I could feel his breath fanning on me.

Tires screeched against the concrete. A car door was banged shut.

I turned my head away from him, "Get your filthy hands off my car." I snarled, my eyes glinted with anger.

"Not today, darling." James grinned.

He's psycho.

With his free hand, James forced me to look at him. He jerked my face to his and I felt his lips crash into mines. I tried to push him off. He kissed me roughly and began trailing his kisses down to my collarbone, making me gasp involuntarily as I felt him nibble on it.

My mind was on holiday. It took me 5 solid seconds to realise that my crazy ex was kissing me in the parking lot and was probably planning to do it right here in public.

No, I'm exaggerating on the last part, but you get the point.

I was about to knee him in the crotch, but before I could even raise my knee, someone dislodged James for me.