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Book Two in the Darien Grace Chronicles
"I couldn't hear the music. I knew that it was pulsing all around me, I could feel it vibrate through the air, but I couldn't hear it. I hadn't been able to hear it for a while now. I ju...
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Harry Styles
"You know I'm not a hound, yeah? I won't come running every time you call," Leala huffed, plopping down on the sofa next to me. I phoned her as soon as I'd left Professor Barranco's office. I hadn't been able to think straight since I'd seen Darien. I'd actually spoken to her. I'd fantasized over that very moment for months, and it had happened in the blink of an eye. Now, it was all that I could think about.
"Oh, come on. Don't you enjoy being likened to man's best friend?"
"Watch it, Hailey," she warned. She shot me a glare before she eyed the half finished beer in my hand. "A bit early for that, isn't it?"
"I've had a long day."
"So have I and yet—" She motioned dramatically toward herself "—I'm still sober."
"You didn't see Darien Grace." I swallowed the majority of what was left in the bottle, grimacing at the acrid taste.
"Sobriety is for the well adjusted. Refill?" She sighed as she stood, holding her hand out for my bottle. I finished the bit that was left before passing it off to her. "Honestly, I'm ashamed at myself. I should have known. There's only one person in all of creation that could get you pissed before noon. Did you even go to class today?"
"Called in sick."
"Wanker." She strode out of the kitchen, handing one of the new bottles to me before bringing the other to her lips. She grinned at me, setting back into her spot on the sofa. "So, just how bad was it?"
"She hates me," I muttered, spinning the neck of the bottle between my fingers.
"And you're surprised because?"
"I know that I fucked everything up, but I didn't think—"
"Mate, you shagged your ex-fiancé right after Dari bared her soul to you. You can't seriously be daft enough to think that Barney wouldn't hold a grudge?"
I sighed, rolling my eyes. "You really don't need to remind me, Lee."
"Actually, I think that I do. You've been so fucking wrapped up in yourself lately. This whole 'woe is me' shite is getting old. Grow a pair and man the fuck up already. If you want her back so badly, then just bloody go for it. Moping isn't going to do anything and you know it."
"What the hell am I supposed to do Lee?" I yelled, coming to my feet. "She wants absolutely nothing to do with me."
"And whose fault is that?"
"I know that I screwed up."
"Good. So what are you going to do about it?" She leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with the same devilish mirth that had gotten me into a few too many messes over the years.
