Page 63 of His White Moonlight
“Because it was hell, Bennett!And I don’t want to revisit it.”
This time, he did look shocked.“Hell?”
Angry, I fisted my hands at my sides.
“Are we taking a nice, quiet walk before dinner or giving up and going home?”I asked.
His frustration with me peeked through as his gaze searched mine.
“We’ll walk,” he said finally.
“Good.”I started walking, my stride long and fast to convey my irritation.
I shouldn’t have let him provoke me into saying what I’d said.What if he went back to Mom and Dad?Would they think that school in general was the problem, and not want me to attend university?
Does it matter what they want anymore?I asked myself.
I’d listened to them for thirteen years.Couldn’t I be just a little selfish and decide for myself what I wanted to do with the next four?It wasn’t like I would cut ties with them when I left.I’d be home at break and for the summer…if they wanted me to.
Unless it was like it was now.Then, there was no point in coming home to be harassed by Bennett.
“We should head back to the restaurant,” he said after we’d lapped the park several times and my steps had slowed.
“Okay.”
He held out his hand to me.I glanced down at it before looking at him.
“I stopped needing to hold hands when I was seven,” I said.“If I remember, you’re the one who pointed out to Aiden and Karter that I was too old to need handholding.Still don’t need it now.”
He fisted his hand and pulled it back to his side.
The walk to the restaurant was silent.Thankfully, we only needed to wait a few more minutes before we were seated.
When the server came to take our order, Bennett looked at me.
“Would you like to order for us?”
“Really?”
He nodded, and I ordered the pizza I wanted.
“The food comes out pretty quickly here,” he said.“Is there anything you want to do after?”
His question ripped me out of my giddy anticipation spiral.
“Why are you being so nice to me?”Was he worried I’d still quit?We both knew that wasn’t an option if Mom and Dad didn't want it to be an option.What was his motive then?
“Is this still about how I got out of school?I climbed a wall, okay?Now let it go and give me my bed back.”
The corner of his mouth lifted slightly.“I already told you it would take more than how you left school to get your bed back.”
I shrugged.He could keep my bed.Karter’s had been comfortable.
“What was your favorite thing about school?”Bennett asked.
“Leaving it.”
He sniffed, smelled the absolute truth of my words, and his eyebrows lifted.
