Page 48 of Becoming His
He pulled into a parking space, and we got out, his arm around me as we walked towards the school. The whispers began, girls elbowing each other as they nodded in our direction while he leaned towards me.
“Quite the scandal, aren’t we, Miss Aurelle.”
Elena and Chase were leaning against the wall as we walked towards the double doors, and I felt the familiar dread filling my stomach. Bailey squeezed my shoulder as he held me closer, his eyes challenging them to say anything. Elena threw me a dirty look and turned her back to us as Chase nodded in acknowledgment to Bailey before fixing his eyes on Elena.
“See, they make sense as a couple,” I whisper as we stand at my locker, my fingers fumbling with the combination. He leaned against the lockers and sighed.
“Just forget about everyone else. It’s not like we have long left at school anyway.”
Finally, my locker opened as a plain envelope slid to the ground, my name printed neatly on the front.
Bailey’s eyes narrowed as I ripped it open, my fingers touching the glossy paper. I tugged them out and saw photos of Bailey with a woman. He frowned as he looked at them, and I noticed his eyes widened as he tried to grab them from me. I moved them out of his reach, my eyes searching his before I looked back at the photos.
He was kissing her in most of them, on what looked like the beach near the restaurant we had gone to. I frowned when I realized I knew the woman; my eyes slowly met his.
“The fuckingwaitress?”
He didn’t say anything immediately; he just stared at the floor as he swore under his breath.
“We weren’t together.”
I blinked at him as I pushed the photos back into the envelope and into his hands.
“No? So after our first kiss, you fucked the waitress from the restaurant?” I was shaking, the glow of the night before fading away rapidly.
He gazed at me then, grabbing me by the hands.
“Listen to me. Someone has gone to extreme lengths for you to see that. We weren’t together, I get that it’s not fucking nice to see, but we weren’t together.” He repeated the last sentence through gritted teeth as I stared at him in disbelief.
“No, we weren’t. But that’s still a shitty thing to do, Bailey. She gave you her number on our date, didn’t she?”
He didn’t need to answer, his eyes meeting mine as he sighed with irritation.
“Yes, but-”
“God. I didn’t think to ask you if we are exclusive; I assumed we are.” I stammered as he held my chin with his fingers, his eyes wild as he spoke.
“We are. Now.”
“When did you and her-” I couldn’t even finish the sentence, the jealousy tearing through me as I stared at him angrily.
“Why does it fucking matter, Annabelle?” He snapped as fury grew in my belly.
“It matters to me,” I said quietly.
The bell rang, and the other students poured in through the doors, oblivious to our argument. He stared at me before he spoke, sighing deeply.
“The night before the beach party. After that, I knew I had feelings for you, and I swear there has been no one since.”
The hallway started to empty as people headed for their classes, my eyes stinging with the threat of jealous tears.
“I’m telling you the truth. Please, Annabelle, you can trust me.”
“I need to go to class, Bailey,” I whispered as I pulled my hand from his, turning away so he wouldn’t see me cry.
Bailey's POV
Out of everything that could've happened, I didn't anticipate this.
