Chapter 222
- HAZEL -
So I’m his girlfriend. I stare timidly at the back of the passenger seat from my sat position in the back seat. I still don’t know how to deal with this information.
In reality, I’m with Killian, but to Kate, who I may see a lot due to the fact that I’m on some kind of school holiday and will resume my daily life, I’m with his brother. I still don’t know how to deal with this information. It seems surreal. It seems annoying and it seems stupid and what I hate the most is that I was too frightened to say a word about it.
I swallow, lowering my gaze. Because back then, all I could think about was me and a little bit of her, Kate. I let out a sigh. Killian and I haven’t interacted verbally since. I know there wasn’t much of a chance to due to the situation but it sucks. I was supposed to be in this vehicle with him but plans change I guess. . . No matter how sudden.
“Is this the point where I worry, amor?”
Huh? I jerk my head forward to stare at the man driving this car. It’s Liam. Did I just hear Spanish? I think I did. I know Killian’s not Spanish but anyone can use that word, haha. I let out a sigh, my attempt to cheer myself up with the slightest distraction is not working.
“No.” My voice is sunken. “Not really.” The ends of my lips curl slightly but fall back flat. I let out a sigh. The more I stay with Killian, the more I remember why our relationship should be forbidden. But the more I want this to work. If only he wasn’t a professor and if only he wasn’t engaged. And to someone so dear to me. “When will I get home?” I bite my lower lip hard after this question, looking at Liam.
His attention darts towards the maps displayed on the screen then at me through the rear mirror. “Not so long from now.” He murmurs.
“Mmm.” I hum. This is when an idea pops into mind. I take my phone out and book an uber. “Please, stop me at the first cafe we pass by. I have someone waiting for me there.” I say to him. This is my ticket to not making me have him take me home. While Killian and Kate rode together, the last thing I want is either of them following me home and being introduced as the woman of the man before me. Not that it’s a bad thing, it just makes this charade worse when I have to pretend with way more people than with just her. Especially people I see during my everyday life and even I know how involved my parents can be in my life relationship wise.