Running into the player

Chapter 22 - Totally Unexpected

CHAPTER 22

We drive up to Everett's and i'm quite relieved to see the driveway empty. You know what that means? No one's home! I do a happy dance in my head.

"Do you have a key?" Nat asks, cutting off all thoughts of my happy dancing. I take a second to think.

"I know where the spare key is." I say, opening the door and sliding out. I walk around to the front of the car and Nat honks the horn, scaring the hell out of me. I turn back around and send him daggers, of course he's laughing at me. One day I will hit him so hard! He sticks his head out of the window.

"What do you want me to do m'lady?" He says with a british accent, raising his eyebrows.

"You can just wait here if you want, I shant be long." I mimick his accent, making him laugh. I smile to myself and walk up to the front door, grabbing the key from under a rock and unlocking the door. I stumble through the now open door, falling face first into the empty house. I swear I can hear Nat laughing from the car. Always tripping over my own feet! I push myself up and close the door behind me, I don't particularly want this house getting robbed now do I? I walk into the living room and my mouth hits the floor, if I could see the floor! The whole living room is trashed, if I didn't know better I would say this was the local dump! Papers are scattered around the floor along with furniture and random items. I carefully step through the mess, eager to get to my room. I walk around the rest of the house to make sure their was no crazy motherfucker hiding and carefully plotting my murder.Thankfully their wasn't. Here are my theories, either this house was robbed or Everett decided that the living room could be the new waste bin. I'm going with the second theory. I open my bedroom door to find everything the way it was, clothes thrown randomly everywhere and my bed still a mess. I grab one of the larger bags I have and start throwing in some items of clothing, makeup, accessories and my phone charger. I zip the bag up and push my escaped hair out of my eyes, letting out a loud sigh. Wow, I'm unfit!

I chuck my ready packed bag onto my bed and let my eyes wander around the room for anything else I would need. I’m trying to convince myself that I would only need to stay at Nat’s for a few nights, maybe a week, just until I find a place of my own. I grab my bag, slinging it over my shoulder. Fuck that’s heavy! And turn around to leave. That’s when I spot Everett, leaning against my doorframe in all his sexy ass glory. I stop still, I can feel my face drain all colour. His eyes are piercing into mine, full of anger, pain and regret? We stand looking at each other for what seems like hours, until he finally speaks.

"Where are you going?" He asks his tone low and rough. And sexy! If I weren’t so hurt I would probably throw myself at him.

"I’m staying at Nat’s." I reply, my voice just above a whisper. It hurts me to look at him and hurts me to know he doesn’t feel the same way. He clenches his fists, his knuckles turning white.

"You don’t have to leave." His tone eases up a bit but his face is still telling me their was something pissing him off.

"I want to." I say, dropping my eyes to the floor. I was lying to myself, and him. I didn’t want to leave, I wanted to stay here with him.

"No you don’t." I see him shift and my eyes snap back up to his. What does he know?!

"Um, yes I do." I hitch my bag further up my shoulder, preparing to leave.

"Callie, you can’t just run away from me." He snaps, taking a step towards me. I immediately back up, not wanting to feel the heat his body radiates, letting me know again that he’s not mine.

"Who says I’m running." I stop moving and he stops too, sighing loudly.

"I’m saying that."

"Everett, I seriously don’t have the time to deal with your shit!" I cry, pointing a finger at his chest. "You told me their was nothing between us! If I don’t want to live here after that I’m fucking sorry but you can’t stop me!" He raises his eyebrows, somehow shocked at the way I was speaking to him.