BEING HALSEY

CHAPTER 41

" What's this place?" I ask Tray immediately he opens the car door.

" My private place." He says and unlocks the big door in front of us. We're in a very large and dark room. It's a vast indoor garden. It's filled with yellow daises, my fave, and white, red and pink roses. It's also filled with glowing fireflies. Thousands.

It's Gorgeous! I feel like crying.

" Tray.... It's...."

" Gorgeous, beautiful, amazing, breathtaking....I know."

Tray takes my hand, comfortable and relaxed as we stroll past the line of flowers.

"This way." He moves forward, and I follow behind. We enter an even darker and even more vast room with a big blue pool.

"I like how the lights reflect on the pool. I kind of just wanted to sit beside it and make out with you."

My tears are gonna come out anytime soon.

He leads me quietly, delicately, to the ledge beside the pool. The reflecting pool is beautiful in its dignified silence. An entire wall of this room is a window and the lights of the city twinkle inside the still water. We sit down. The air is cold, the granite ledge even colder. He takes off his tuxedo jacket and swings it up and around my shoulders.

His mouth is warm as we slip into each other. Touching Tray me is enough. Smelling him is enough. Tasting him is enough! And being here with him is heaven!

And then...we're lying down. His body is on top of mine. We press against each other, our hands and mouths travelling everywhere. We do everything except the one thing we can't do right now.

His phone rings and we stop. He stands and answers it. He's talking in low whispers and scratching the back of his neck.

" We should go." He tells me and reaches for his jacket on the floor.

" Oh, okay." I fix my dress and look at the pool.

"Hal," He tucks a loose strand of my hair back into place. " I got something for you." He dips his hand in his pocket and removes a small case. I open it and my heart is stuck in my throat.

It's a necklace. With stars and a cresent moon at the middle.

He's nervous. "Do you like it?"

" Of course I do. It's lovely. I love it!"

He helps me wear it.

" Thank you." I tell him with a kiss. He just shoves his hands into his pockets and walks outside.

" Is something wrong?" I ask him as he opens the door. He seems to be in an off mood. He grits his teeth and stays silent.

Wow, okay.

" Tray..."

" What?" He shouts and I swear a sword goes through my chest.

What's wrong with him?

" Nothing." I say but his head is turned away from mine. It's freezing outside and I wish I had a coat. Tray doesn't notice that I'm shivering or he just chooses not to offer me his jacket. We reach for his car and he doesn't even bother to open the door for me.

What's gotten into him? Why is he acting cold all of a sudden?

We enter the car, quietly. There's no hand holding and it's awkward. It's like we're strangers again. I cast a glance at him, his jaw is clenched and he looks like he's boiling inside.

I want to turn the radio on but I'm afraid it'll create more tension. I look outside the window, he's taking me home. I pull out my phone to keep me busy. I wish I had my headphones. Tray's phone rings again but he doesn't bother to look at it.

Fifteen minutes later, he pulls up in front of my house. I already know that I'm getting out and he isn't. I unbuckle my seat belt slowly so at least he can say something, but he says nothing. He doesn't even look at me, gosh!

I step out and he starts the engine, driving straight on the other side. I look over at their house, no lights on. It's late so his parents are asleep by now. I unlock my door and drop my shoes on the floor.

Have we like broken up with Tray or what? Cause I really don't understand. I don't understand him and I don't understand what just happened.

I head upstairs to my room. I brush my teeth and wash off my make-up with my liquid hand-soap. I ditch my dress and replace it with one of my worn T-shirts from the pile on the bathroom floor. I tuck myself and stare at the ceiling. I lie awake and pray that Tray calls or text or something. I cross my fingers and wish for a miracle. A miracle where he'll ring the doorbell or even break the damn door and climb up on my bed so we can cuddle all night and I can kiss his face one thousand times.

But I don't believe in miracles and that doesn't happen so I force myself to sleep.

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