Bittersweet Symphony (Bittersweet #4)(32)

I look at her, watching her expressions change. She went from amused to angry, to amused to sad, I am about ready to give her a pill. Then she let out a laugh. A totally off the wall girly laugh that almost has me giggling too.

“Ahh… I’m sorry… But… That... Is so funny.” She says in between huffs of breathe. I however isn’t the least bit amused. In face now I am annoyed.

“How in the world is that funny?”

“Oh just I thought I had a world of problems, but now that I’ve heard yours I feel so much better.”

Bitch. That’s what she is.

“Awesome. So glad I could help you… Now get out.” I am seriously pissed that she takes it as a joke. Sam is tearing my life apart. Shredding it piece by piece and I know-just know that I will never be able to be whole again if he got what he wanted.

Her face automatically turned too shocked the second she realized what I have said.

“I am just kidding..”

“I don’t really care.” I say cutting her off.

“Yes you do. I’m here for you, I’m sorry that is inappropriate given the situation. What do you want to do about it?”

That is a good question I have no idea what I wanted to do about it. Take it day by day who knows.

“I don’t know…” I mumble as I pull out a pair of skinny jeans and a pink blouse. This will go perfect with my brown boots and I won’t have to look like a half dressed hooker.

“Well let’s devise a plan?” Mimi said. When I look over my shoulder at her she is rubbing her hands together like an evil master mind. I wasn’t sure I wanted her to come up with a plan. I don’t want to do any more damage.

“Let’s not. Let’s just go to this party and do whatever it is you wanted to do.”

“Sure.” I can tell by the huge smile on her face that this isn’t the end of the conversation. She is slowly but surely going to come up with something. I just know it.





Ryder


Why the f*ck isn’t she answering my text messages. I have been texting her all afternoon and haven’t received one f*cking response. I am getting really close to going over to her dorm and making sure she is okay.

Instead of going out like everyone else does on a Friday night I am being a homebody. I am in one of my moods where I wanted nothing to do with anyone.

I am taking a few classes that I wanted too but I have no major yet which is kind of pointless. Kennedy’s question has sat in my mind drilling holes. I don’t really know why I am here. Then again I do. I have nowhere else to go. My father won’t allow me to live at home anymore-not that I wanted too.

My phone chimed on the couch cushion next to me. I am flipping through the channels trying to figure out what I wanted to watch. I look down at the text. It is from Landon.

Roomie: Come down to central they’re having a party. Rager man.

I let out a sigh. A rager always meant alcohol, and alcohol always meant sex. Had I not met Kennedy and valued her and our relationship I will be there right now.

I texted back.

Me: I’ll pass but thanks man.

Not even a second has passed before I received a text back. I let out a growl. He just isn’t going to give up is he?

Roomie: Are you sure Kennedy’s here. ;)

He is lying. He has to be. I know more than anyone that, that kind of thing isn’t her scene. She doesn’t like drinking and she doesn’t like being in a room full of drunks.

Me: Are you sure it’s her?

I have to ask. She hasn’t answered a single text and I am seriously starting to sweat it out. Wondering if what really occurred between us the other night is the end.

A minute later my phone chimed and I am almost afraid to look at it. It is a picture message and I am scared to open it. Swiping the message open it contained a photo of Kennedy next to Mimi. They were standing next to the punch bowl.

Me: Fuck. Be there in five.

Fuck no. I am pissed. I am going to beat her sweet ass behind till it is red for this shit.

Not even two minutes later am I in the car and headed to central. She has another thing coming if she thought she can run from me.

***

I pull down the street where the party is taking place. Of course it is packed to the brim with people. Everyone is talking, screaming, singing or dancing. Which is a given, it is after all a party.

I found a parking spot and threw it in park. I tried my best to calm myself but after everything that has happened between us and her ignoring me I am not sure I can contain myself.

I sent Landon another text asking him where he last seen them and waited. Once I received one back I am ready to go at least with some general idea of where it is they were at.

Getting out of the car the first thing I noticed is the immense amount of women. They were pooling in masses. Then there is the fact that some of them have clothing on and two have nothing on.

This is where daddies will get to see what there hard money is really being spent on. I headed to the house that they were at… It is only a short distance ahead.

“Hey big guy…” A girl with extremely little clothing purred at me. She pushed her chest into my arm if attempting to draw my attention elsewhere.

“No thanks.” I say pushing through the rest of the street crowd. I needed Kennedy more than ever.

Then I heard her voice. It is barely there but enough for me to push three people that were standing in the doorway down. I am like a bulldozer when I needed to be.