Semua Bab The Things We Don't Say: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The first thing that greeted me was the smell. Cinnamon rolls. It found its way into my subconscious, teasing me gently, coaxing me awake. When my eyes fluttered open, bright lights shot straight into them, and I groaned out loud, closing them tight. The sound of water hitting the ground came next, and slowly, I tried again, opening my eyes slowly. It took a few seconds for my gaze to travel the room, getting accustomed to the lights. “Urghh!” I groaned when I felt a sharp pain in my head. It felt like someone was hitting me repeatedly with a hammer. Whoever I offended seemed to have it out for me. It still hadn’t registered, whatever this was.Groaning, I got out from underneath the sheets and slid my feet into the flip-flops waiting at the foot of the bed. With one hand rubbing furiously at my eyes and the other pressed against my temples, I sauntered in the direction of what I thought was the bathroom, pushing the door open. My eyes were still closed when I felt for the sink. Bu

“So you want me to believe that you randomly bumped into Jordan Arthur on the day of his sister’s funeral, while you were lost and trying to find your way around?”Okay. I had to admit that it was the lousiest story I could come up with, but anything was better than telling my best friend the truth. Anything at all. So, I just casually shrugged and popped a grape into my mouth. We were sitting in our dingy dining room, the yellow curtains doing nothing to block out the rays of the sun. Fortunately for me, both my mom and dad were out all night at the farmhouse and hadn't been home. Gary spent the night at his girlfriend's, so no one had an inkling that I was out as well. “And he gave you his car?” Anna pushed, the frown on her face making me feel ten times worse than I did this morning, walking into Jordan having his bath. “Maybe he’s just really nice,” I murmured, refusing to look at her. “Maybe we all just judged him wrong.”"I really doubt that." Anna had that tone she always us

I wasn't sure I would meet him there, and honestly, I probably wasn't thinking straight. Yet, there I was in my pants and a properly tucked-in shirt, standing at JAR's entrance. Either one of two things could happen. Or even both.One, the men at the gates might not let me in, just like the last time. And secondly, my brother might bump into me. I didn’t know which was worse. Still, I walked up the gates, breathing through my parted lips. “Erm…I…I’m here to see…”“Come on in,” one of them muttered, stepping out of the way. For a minute, I just stood there, frozen to the spot. Did he really just ask me to come in? Did he know I was still the same person as before? Gary’s brother.“Did you change your mind, dude?”I blinked. “No. No. I …thank you.”Before they changed their mind and asked me to get the hell out of their property, I rushed in, my feet scurrying along until I had put as much distance as possible between them and me. I slowed down when I walked past the café, realizing I a

It spread through every inch of the house even though the door had only opened half a second ago. A huge frown settled on Martha’s face as she tried to see what was going on out there, craning her neck.But there was really no need to because she let herself into the kitchen, smelling like she just had a head collision with Chanel. She had a smile on her face that had to be a lot for someone who just found out their sister was sleeping with their boyfriend. Yet again, trying to understand how Heather reasoned was like trying to find out what structure existed at the ends of the earth. “Ms. Callaghan,” Martha said in a clipped tone, getting to her feet. “To what do we owe this honor? The apathy was heavy in her tone. So heavy that I was curious to know the story, because water must have definitely passed under the bridge. "Oh, please," she murmured, waving her away. "I practically have access to anywhere the Arthurs live. And besides, Marv invited me. He told me Jordan would love to

I heard him coming down the stairs behind me, and I couldn't help the chuckle escaping me. I didn't turn around until he was right beside me, a scowl on his face. “I take it that you are definitely not going out to the pool party to save me from your girlfriend’s friends, then.”He shook his head, though I thought I saw a small wince at the corner of his eyes. "It's a good day for a swim," was his only response as he walked right past me, into the kitchen, and then out back. Martha was no longer there. She must have found their presence suffocating. And honestly, anyone would. I was only doing this because I thought Jordan needed to be outside rather than alone, no matter who he had to spend the time with. And I really did think he needed to have a conversation with Heather after everything that had gone down, chest pain or not.I almost had a rethink when I stepped out of the back door, their squeals reaching me. Their number had multiplied beyond imagination. There were a lot of