Over Again (Baker Boy Sequel) Book 3

Chapter 22

“There’s something I need to tell you,” I say, trying to gather my nerves.

“What is it?”

“Harry asked me to come home a—“

“What?” he asks, his voice rising as he interrupts me. If he was getting mad already, there was no way he was going to take the rest of this well.

“That’s not it,” I say uneasily. “He was talking about the covers and began saying he wrote a song for me and saying he wanted to get back together. I said no,” I add hurriedly. “But then he said something and I’m not sure whether or not I believe him.”

 “What did he say?” he asks through clenched teeth. It was the moment of truth.

“That night where you told me about Hannah…Well I was really upset and I ended up leaving the flat. Harry followed. I don’t really remember what happened. I thought we just walked around, but according to him, we ended up at a park and—“

“And what?” he snaps.

“And we kissed.”

I wince, expecting him to blow up, but he doesn’t and the silence is deafening.

“I swear. I don’t remember. I was really drunk and I didn’t mean it. When Harry tried to kiss me tonight, I—“

“He what?” he explodes. Finally. The reaction I’d been expecting.

“He tried to kiss me. I pushed him away though—“

“You fucking whore” I blink in surprise.

“What?” I ask, wondering if I heard him right.

“You’re a fucking whore” he roars and I have to hold the phone away from my ear to prevent my eardrum from getting blown off. “You fucked up years ago and ruined my friendship and then when he comes back you throw yourself at him. You fucking tease. All you want is attention.” He’s shouting, but it’s still not getting through my head. He’s accusing me of throwing myself at Harry? Of only wanting attention? If I’d wanted all the attention why would I break up with him when he was about to get famous? Why would I deny every attempt he’s made? Yes, I regret coming between Harry and Luke’s friendship, but Harry’s known the truth for ages. If he’d really wanted to, he could have reconciled with his friend. He could have reconciled when he came back and found out we were dating. He didn’t because he didn’t want to. Harry didn’t want to associate with Luke any more.

So why the fuck did I want to?

His rant comes to an end and I don’t say anything for a moment, trying to put my thoughts into words.

“If anyone here is the attention whore Luke, it’s you. You always suspected Harry was on to bigger and better things. That’s why you clung to him like a baby koala. You were all set to brag about how you were his best friend. I’m sorry if I ruined your big ambitions, but Harry deserves better than you. He deserves better than all of us. If you weren’t such an asshole you’d see that. And you know what? I deserve better than you also. Someone who doesn’t just invite me over when they want to get laid, but who actually enjoys my company. Who doesn’t think I’m stupid when I start crying because of a book. Who actually knows who Romeo and Juliet are.” I’m screaming by this point. All the pent up anger flowing out.  I’d stayed with Luke because I knew he wasn’t going to amount to anything. He’d always be there. Never leave to bigger and better things. But that’s not right. I couldn’t base a relationship on being afraid of being left behind.

“We’re done Luke. I deserve better than you. I just wish I’d figured it out sooner.” And with that, I hang up the phone. I grip it tightly as I try to calm my breathing, but nothing seems to work.

My head jerks up when I hear a knock on my door and I have to suppress a groan. The last thing I needed right now was Uncle Si to ask if I was ok. The door creaks open and a small head pokes in with a nervous look.

“I heard you yelling” Caellum says nervously. I let out a shaky laugh as he slowly steps into my room. If there was one person who could calm me down right now, it was him. I open my arms and he runs into them and I hold him tight against me.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to upset you,” I tell him.

“I’m glad you broke up with Luke. I didn’t like him,” he tells me and I can’t help but crack a small smile.

“I know. You were right,” We remain silent for a couple minutes and I feel myself beginning to relax.

“Is the music man going to come back then?” he asks and even though I can’t see his face, I can hear the hope in his voice. My throat constricts and I shake my head.

“No Cae. He’s not. He’s gone for good this time.” I choke. He falls back into silence as I hug him. A few seconds later I feel something splash against my arm and I look down to see water droplets. Caellum was crying and it was all my fault. My chest tightens and I can only hold onto him tighter.

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:( Poor Caellum. So sad. Poor Harry and Maedbh also. Let me know what you think so far. Also, what do you think is going to happen? Post it in the comments below!