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Chapter 84 - Scarlett

NOTE:  Late Merry Christmas to y'all. Hope you had a nice one.

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                                                             ●•Scarlett•●

“Just please don’t go by yourself. Text me if you need me to drive you there.”

And, like. He couldn’t be human. He wasn’t. I still wonder how in hell I managed to find him after all. Surely he came from heaven or something, because not many people would give up on their studies to drive one to their ex-boyfriend’s house.

I just smiled at the screen, texting back a ‘don’t worry, m’not going by myself. Don’t dwell on it, I’ll be just fine’.

And, well. I meant it. The first thing I’d done when I’d arrived at Lana’s, was to ask her for company. She had been smiling all along to the fact that I was going to Tyler’s to retrieve all of my stuff, and also smiling to the mere idea that it was over (she still hadn’t quite gotten over it, honestly), but she had to refuse the tempting offer. Please notice my sarcasm.

Though I knew she would’ve had accepted it if it wasn’t for her night shift tonight. Out of everyone Lana was probably the one who feared the most seeing Tyler hurting me again. She even tried to talk me out of the idea, saying she would, indeed, go with me any other time, if I wanted – maybe even tomorrow, she’d suggested, but I really needed to see Tyler tonight. I just felt like I owed him thousands of explanations, and most likely a few apologies as well.

I needed to talk to him tonight. Because the longer without seeing him, the bigger his rage would be. Not that I was expecting us to keep friends, but I hoped that at least a little part of him, deep inside, would understand why I had done what I did. He would probably hate me for the whole eternity, but. Maybe.

So, with an exasperated sigh, I stood up from the couch, the sound of the leather shifting being the only sound at all in the room, since Lana had taken Angel with her (and God, the girl went from rosy to white when she heard I was going to talk to Tyler all by myself, the biggest of her smiles fading in a matter of seconds). Silently, I put my shoes back on and pocketed my phone, giving the screen a last glance to make sure there were no new messages. Harry was in class, so. None.

The night was silent and cold when I stepped outside.

“How was she?” I asked with my knees pressed to my chest, my head resting on them as Zach showed up with two mugs of steaming tea between his hands, slow and careful steps toward me. “And are you sure I can stay? You know your dad doesn’t like me much.”

He shrugged, bumping my bum with his socked toe as he tried to keep his balance with just one foot placed on the floor. I moved aside, giving him space to sit next to me. “S’fine, really. He’s not home and it’s not that he doesn’t like you. He doesn’t like Tyler,” he sighed, resting his head against the back of the couch and handing me my mug. “Apparently hanging out with him makes me a bad person. Makes everyone a bad person. If I wasn’t his son he would probably hate me, too, so don’t take it to the personal side or anything.”

I nodded, understanding what he meant. Tyler’s got a bit of a reputation, anyway. And not a good one.

“Thanks,” I mumbled quietly, steering my mug toward him for a moment before sipping it carefully. It burned my lips, so I quickly pulled away. “Now, really, how was she?” I asked again, this time staring at his face, watching as he squeezed his eyes tighter and sighed yet again, more audibly this time.