Lib Novel Page 140
“Stalker.”
“You made me into one.”
I storm off.
“Your house is in the other direction,” he says to my back.
I come to an abrupt halt. “Right, thank you.”
“So polite, princess.”
I can’t let him bait me, yet I shift to face him so quickly that I trip over my feet. He’s there, catching me and tossing me over his shoulder.
“Put me down.”
“Let me get your drunk ass home.”
“You don’t need to. I didn’t give you a reason…”
“You’re my fucking reason.”
That quiets me instantly.
He places me in the passenger seat, and then he drives away. When we reach the college house, I sigh. “That’s not my home.”
He cocks his head. “Where is your home, then?”
“You.” I clap a hand over my mouth. “You should go. That’s what I meant.”
I get out and don’t look back.
The doorbell rings, waking me up. I don’t think I slept for more than four hours. Grumbling, I get out of bed and head to the front door.
My parents greet me with huge smiles. My four-year-old sister jumps right into my arms, and I say, “Hey, guys.”
“Surprise!”
Surprise my ass. This is them checking up on me, and it actually feels nice.
I gesture for them to come inside. While Jasmine runs around the living room, my father asks, “Why are you not on the track?”
“Parker is mad at me.”
When my mom’s face strains with worry, I quickly add, “I’ll go back in a few days.”
My father sighs, looking at me intently to make sure I’m all right. My mother arranges the decorative pillows to keep herself busy, and I say, “You don’t have to do this.”
“It actually looks better than I imagined.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
She hugs me. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
“So, how’s the mystery girl? When will I meet Abigail?”
“She’s hard to get.” Impossible would be a better word.