Save Me

Chapter 32

"Hey!" We hear a voice and when I look up, I see a tall boy standing right in front of us. He's thin and his hair is brown with blonde highlights. Corbyn thankfully has stopped tickling me and now his arms are wrapped around me as they were before.

"I thought you were coming back-"

"Next week" the unknown boy completes Corby's sentence. "I was lucky and they got bored of me faster than I thought."

"Cool,"

The boy's eyes move from Corbyn and land on me. A smile plays on his lips when he meets my eyes.

"I'm Christian, you're?" he politely asks.

"Amelia," I reply and he nods.

Suddenly I sense the motionless and silence around us. I realize that all eyes are trained on us. Corbyn's whole crew is staring at us silently, hearing our discussion.

"I feel like I should warn you of this boy though," he says with a smirk glancing at Corbyn.

"See, he's good-looking and all but...let's just say he doesn't like commitment."

I turn to Corbyn and he looks at Christian with a boring gaze instead of an offended or steaming one as I've assumed.

"If you would have shut your damn mouth for a second maybe you wouldn't fucking have to warn her."

"Christian, meet Amelia, my girlfriend. Babe, meet Christian, my cousin but please keep in mind that I didn't choose this jerk to be my cousin."

My breath is knocked out of my lugs and the time seems to be moving with me just standing still and speechless.

Did he just call me his girlfriend and babe in front of all his friends and his cousin? Did he just say these words loud?

My jaw has reached the floor and I'm shocked.

"Oh, sorry man. To be honest I didn't think you have it in you for a relationship. But let me tell you that you did a great job of picking your first girlfriend."

"Shut your fucking mouth before I shut it myself." Corbyn retorts and my cheeks feel so heated that probably are super rosy at the moment.

"What the hell you're talking about?" A girl's irritating voice booms and after a second, a blonde girl with a black skirt and top stands before us, next to Christian.

"Girlfriend? You don't have a girlfriend!" she grunts looking at Corbyn and me.

We both turn to each other and I notice the corners of Corbyn's mouth tug upwards as his gentle and calm eyes connect with my own.

"I have now," he states staring at me and a grin appears on my lips at the sound of that word. He thinks I'm his girlfriend and he doesn't hide me in an attic as if he's ashamed of me.

"That's bullshit!" Another voice is heard and now the dark-brown girl who was staring at me hostile earlier is looking at us as she sits in another boy's lap. His eyes are scanning me shamelessly and I halt glancing towards them. How can they be in each other's arms and peer at someone else that way?

"Have you told her what you have been doing in the last weeks? Has he?" she questions with her raised eyebrows looking at me with disgust but I know better.

"Has he told you with how many girls he has slept with? What did he do to me? I guess not," she hisses and I feel anger boiling inside of me.

I know Corbyn has done a lot of things within these weeks and I've caught him myself but I was trying not to think about that.