"We were just... you know. Talking," Mitchel stammered.
"Yeah," Clint said, voice cold. "Talking."
"Talking about what, exactly?" Christian added, equally venomous.
Silence. Then Angeline spoke. "Getting back together."
Christian dragged a hand down...
I don't know if you already know how But girl, I got the feeling that you know now You're buried in the pillow, yeah you're so loud But I'm about to show you, baby, slow down Slow down, slow down I'm about to show you, baby, slow down (yeah) Slow down, slow down I'm about to show you, baby, slow down
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Andi's POV
I was freaking out. Like, full-body, butterflies-in-my-stomach freakout.
I was in Mitchel Cave's car. Mitchel fucking Cave.
Outside, Seattle's night blurred past—trees, streetlights, quiet neighborhoods—but all I could focus on was the way his voice said my name.
"Andi?"
I turned to him, trying not to ogle. Toned jawline. Snow-pale skin. Those lips.
"Uh—yes?"
He smirked a little, eyes still on the road. "What do you want to eat?"
"Oh. Uh... sushi. Spicy crunch roll."
"Sushi it is."
I smiled and looked down. My phone buzzed.
It was from Angeline.
My stomach dropped.
"What's wrong?" Mitchel asked. I didn't answer. He glanced at the screen and swore.
"Don't answer it," he said. But it kept buzzing. For two straight minutes.
Then it rang.
"Oh shit," I whispered.
"Answer it," he said. "Put it on speaker."
I hesitated, then did as he said. "Hey, Ang." I tried to sound casual.
There was shuffling on the other end. Then silence.
And then—
"ANDI?! Where ARE you?!"
I cringed and held the phone away.
"I'm... I'm at a friend's house. She's sick. I'm staying the night. Everything okay?"
"NO, everything is NOT okay," she screeched. "Mitchel came over. He wanted sex—I said no. Then he pulled a knife on me! He tried to kill me!"
My jaw dropped. I glanced at Mitchel. His hands were gripping the wheel, jaw clenched, knuckles white. He nodded for me to play along.
"What the hell?" I said. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"
"I barely made it out alive," she sniffled. "When are you coming back? I don't feel safe."
"I... I don't know. Sarah's sick. Might be a while."
