Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Ella’s Point of View

‘What did you do?!’ I screamed as I ran into the room, ‘What the fuck did you do?’ I went straight to Peyton and saw her arm was in a sling, ‘What’s this?’

‘Just keep him away from me!’.

‘What did he do?’ I repeated, slightly annoyed, for what felt like the 50th time. I looked over at the two men, now standing together, looking just as confused as I was. Michael said something and they both went into the bathroom and closed the door. Well, I suppose the fact they were giving us some privacy was something, nothing amazing, but something.

‘W-we were talking and then... And then... He was being really nice and complimented me and..’

‘He complimented you? And?’ I was waiting for the big awful thing that made her scream, but the more she rambled on, the more it became clear that... Nothing had actually happened. ‘So.. he complimented you, and you freak out?’ She just glared at me, like I had said something wrong.

‘Are you for real?’

‘What?’

‘They