Obsessed

Ch.18: Worry

Bella's POV

~The Next Day

"You all ready to go?" Mahroz asks.

I smile. "Yeah, let me put my bag in my car and I'll be ready to go."

I start to walk out the front door, but Mitch stops me and takes my bag.

"Let me get that for you." he offers, walking on his crutches to the car.

I turn a light pink and follow him outside.

"Thanks Mitch."

He nods and shoots me a small smile.

"Bella!" Jerome calls from the doorway.

I turn around and I'm immediately wrapped in a tight, one armed, hug.

"Oof. Hey Jerome." I chuckle.

"Thanks for letting us stay here till Mitch and I heal." he says.

"No prob Jerome. I'm glad y'all stayed."

He releases and the rest of Team Crafted comes out of the house.

They all give me hugs and walk back inside, leaving Mitch, Mahroz, Hadia and me alone outside.

"I'll see y'all in a couple days."

Mahroz and Hadia tear up and wrap me in a tight hug.

"We'll miss you." They say in sync.

"I'll miss y'all too. No screaming, pranking, burning the house down, threatening the boys, or anything like that while I'm gone okay?"

Hadia rolls her eyes and Mahroz says. "Yes mom."

I chuckle and give them one last hug.

"Bye." they say, then walk into the house, leaving Mitch and I alone by my car.

I turn to face him and he opens the door for me.

"Thanks Mitch, I'll text you later?"

He nods, sending me a friendly smile.

"Yup, hope your sister gets better." he says, hugging me.

He releases and takes his crutches in his hands.

"See ya later." he mumbles, starting to make his way towards the house.

I start to get into my car, but pause, taking a look back at Mitch.

A small smile makes it's way to my face and I run over to him, planting a soft kiss on his cheek and running back to my car.

"See ya." I yell, shutting my car door and starting it.

He turns and faces me, giving me a small smile.

He waves as I drive off.

~An Hour Later

My phone goes off next to me and I answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hey baby." Mrs. Danielle's soft voice says through the speaker.

"Hey, what's up? How's Kaya?" I ask.

"She's stable and might live. The doctors said it was a heart attack."

I gasp. "Oh no, can I talk to her?"

"She's... asleep. She can't talk right now."

'She's hiding something.'

"What's going on?" I ask.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what are you keeping from me."