Page 56 of Firefly
“I don’t know what we are anymore,” I whisper, and she squeezes my hand once.
“Maybe you’re two traumatized idiots with unresolved feelings and terrible communication skills.”
“That’s oddly specific,” I say with a raised brow.
“I’m observant. But one day soon—I need the truth from him,” she says, eyeing me, and I know she means business.
She’s right though.
The truth of what happened that night is what she deserves. It's the least he can do.
Eventually, the Jeep pulls into the warehouse district where another massive party is already raging.
Music shakes the pavement while people flood in and out. Bianca parks and turns toward me carefully.
“You sure you wanna go in?” she asks.
No. But I also can’t go home. So I nod anyway.
“B, you got shoes?” I laugh, and she rolls her eyes, reaching into the backseat and grabbing a pair of sneakers.
“You really left in a hurry,” she says, and I just shake my head, taking the sneakers and sliding them onto my feet.
The warehouse is packed wall to wall tonight. Except Reid isn’t here, neither are Asher or Stone. So who the hell is in charge?
For the first few minutes, I almost manage to breathe again.
Then the energy in the room shifts.
No.
I turn slowly and look toward the warehouse doors and, of course, there he is. Hayden.
My entire heart stumbles painfully because after a whole month of avoiding him… I need him. I need him now more than ever. I don’t know why, because I’ve dealt with this shit for years without him. But now, it feels entirely different. All I want is for him to hold me and tell me I’ll never end up at the Brimstone House. That he will protect me. Even if it’s all a lie. I just needto feel the warmth of his skin. The sound of his heartbeat. His breath against my neck. I just need him.
Our eyes collide, and I gasp, because all it takes is just one fucking look… one look still feels exactly like coming home and getting your heart broken at the same time.
But then the room tilts as a cute blonde slides up against him and he wraps his arm around her, kissing her forehead.
What in the actual fuck?
B slaps my arm, but I can’t look away.
“Oh hell fucking no!” she spits, and I slowly look at her.
“Two can play this fucking game.”
Hayden
“Down on me-Jeremiah & 50 cent”
The second I walk into the warehouse with Rosie hanging off my arm, I see Ophelia, and just like that… the game begins.
Music pounds through the warehouse hard enough to shake the rafters overhead while bodies move beneath flashing lights and smoke. Somebody’s yelling over beer pong. Spade is nowhere to be seen. Bianca’s dancing on a table already half drunk.
None of it matters.
Because Firefly spotted me with another girl.
