Don't Let Me Fall(69)

jingle bells? And I have the very unfortunate pleasure of having to be around whenever we get food at IV’s dining’s hall. There are jingle bells hanging on the door so the girls

are constantly singing.

I went outside for a breather before I get stuck with the songs again. I would say that I want to shoot myself from all the cheerfulness but someone might take it the wrong way and

I could possibly end up in a stray jacket. Everyone walks on eggshells with me.

“Hey…um…sorry to bother you but–”

I twirled around and scared the poor chick standing behind me. Holy f-ucking shit, who pops up behind someone and touches their shoulder. Like, no. Just no. Never come up from

behind unless you want to get punched.

“Sorry,” she said, her bright blue eyes widening.

Oh. My. God.

I know this chick. I mean, I don’t know her but I’ve heard of her. Everyone has. She’s all over the news about an attempted rape that happened on campus a few months ago during

the summer. Alyssa insisted I catch up on the popular trends and let me tell you, Emily and Alex Payne are f-ucking trending. I tend to block them out whenever their names are

brought up because who wants to hear stories of their lives? Sure, they are super loaded, she’s a song-writer and used to be a model for her friends’ clothing line, and her

husband is some rich * who is only twenty-two. They’re f-ucking human. They eat what we eat. They are just like us. What’s the big deal?

Do people talk about me? Uh…don’t answer that. That was a rhetorical question. Nobody wants their business out there for people to see. So I ignore them. Like regular humans do to

everyone they see on the street.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, tightening my jacket around me as the cold wind hit me.

“It’s my fault. I thought you saw me standing there like a creeper. I just…um, I saw your tattoo…on your neck,” Emily said, her dark hair whipping around her face. “Uh…I

actually didn’t plan on talking. This is awkward.”

I laughed. And then she laughed.

“Do you have any?” I asked. I’m trying to make this less awkward. She literally looks like I might shank her.

Her blues widened in surprise but then she recovered and smiled shyly. “I do. A few actually.” I nodded but she didn’t say anything else. I know she has a lotus flower on her

back. Alyssa made me see photos of it. Everyone wants to know what it means but Emily has never mentioned it. And I mean never. People have started a forum to guess it.

“What does it mean?” she asked, eyeing my neck again.

I chuckled as I looked down at the sidewalk.

“It’s kind of private,” I said.

“Ah, I totally get it!” she said grabbing my arm…then letting her hand fall to her side because she noticed that was weird. “Uh. Okay, this has never happened to me. I think it

’s the baby. She’s making me weird. And awkward. I should go.”

My eyes zeroed in on her stomach. I didn’t notice how round she is because of the black jacket she’s wearing and the box of something in her hands. If I’m following Alyssa’s

stalking right, she should be almost eight months pregnant.

“Congratulations,” I said awkwardly. What the hell am I doing? I should just go back inside. The twins might call the police if I don’t show up soon.

“Than–”

“Em,” a guy running up to us called out, stopping beside Emily. His hazel eyes, chestnut colored hair and perfect face is recognizable anywhere. Well, if you follow that shit. “I

told you I’d get the muffins.”

“Ben likes me more so he told me to get them,” she said.

His eyes took in his wife and I feel like I should walk away because that was so hot, I think my panties might be soaked.

“Hey.”

He’s talking to me!

Run. Abort. Abort now. Leave. Rebeckah, turn around and leave or else you’ll be following this couple on social media. Where the hell are the paparazzi? And their fans? Aren’t

famous people supposed to have groupies? I’m pretty sure Alyssa mentioned they try to keep away from all the cameras.

“Hi…um, I should go. I have people waiting for me,” I said pointing behind me. “And it’s cold. You should probably go some place warm.”

Alex laughed softly and eyed my neck.

“Em is probably not moving because she wants to hear the story of your birds.” Emily glanced at him, rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’ll freeze to death,” I said.

“Not if you tell me,” she winked.

“You’re pregnant,” I stated.

And just like that, her whole face changed. She frowned, pouted then nodded. I’m going to say a lot of thinking just went on in that head of hers.

“Right. Sorry for bothering you. Come on, loser. I want to devour these babies,” she said to Alex, while shaking the box in her hands.

I was completely floored by that. She just called him a loser and he’s beaming. What the f-uck? Is that how they talk to each other? Hm, it’s unique. And cute. Usually everyone

goes with ‘babe’ or some stupid shit.