Lea Moore [Sequel to Raine Walker] (ON-HOLD)

Chapter Sixteen

Raine POV

        I feel the dagger being sliced through my heart. It's being yanked and torn to pieces right in front of me. I'm gripping the door knob, my eyes glued to the facade before me. Apart of my brain wasn't comprehending what I'm seeing. It's like watching you're dog getting run over (as morbid as it sounds). You stand there for a second, absorbing what you just witnessed. Then, the realization strikes you hard.

        Her slender figure was draped over Scott with a frozen smile on her face as she glances over at me, a smirk appearing on her ruby red lips. Her long, curly blonde hair streaming down the side of her face flawlessly - like a runway model. I remember her face, though. She's the girl I met at the race. Chloe.

        Scott's face looked at me, a guilty demeanor on the same face that always made me smile in a cheesy way. Now, I want to scream at him; cry right before the guy that made me feel this way. His eyes trace mine as he peels Chloe off of him promptly. She looks utterly shocked by Scott's actions, maybe even offended by the new rejection. Scott takes a step towards me, an unreadable expression rising on his face.

        "It's not what it looks like," he simply responds, quickly and almost fluently, in a desperate way.

        But it is, I think.

        It's exactly what it looks like. It looks like he's playing out the typical "bad boy/player" stereotype. He's living up to his reputation. And I kind of expected it. In the back of my mind, my conscious is telling me the I-told-you-so. I feel a hot tear stream down my face, only for me to angrily wipe it away with the sleeve of my shirt. I shouldn't be crying...especially not for Scott. I was getting too close to the flame, and now I'm burning myself.

        "Go fuck yourself," I mutter, turning around to almost crash into Adam. He places both of his hands on my arms, looking down at me. I lower my head, avoiding eye contact because I know that I will cry very soon. I could see his facial expression, though - a type of sorrow filling him as he studies the expression I'm representing. "Can I have the keys?"

        "What?" he asks, shocked. I needed to get away.

        "Please, can I just have the keys?" I almost plead.

        He holds them out after a split second of mere deliberation, letting me swipe them and scurry off towards his car. I don't really know where I'm going, all I know is that I'm getting the hell out of there before I can't control these tears swelling inside of me. He doesn't deserve to see me cry. Hell, I shouldn't be crying. I sort of knew what I was getting into.

        It's my fault for getting too close.

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Scott POV

        "Fuck," I mutter. "Raine, stop! Let me explain!" 

        I race after her, pushing past Adam who stands at the doorway. I could feel Adam's angry glare on me as I race out the door after her. I can't let Raine go. I can't let her go without me explaining what the hell happened. 

        "Raine! Raine, please," I race after her, catching up to her as she opens up the door. She freezes and tenses up as I grab a hold of her arm so she could look at me. I wanted her to look at me as I explained the truth. She makes eye contact with me, keeping herself held together. Anger is the only expression on her face, besides the disappointment in her eyes. "You might think it's what it looks like, because it kind of is, but it's not."