The Bad Boy's.....What?

Chapter 31- The Girl I Love

Song on The Side: The Kooks- Sway

 

Drew’s POV:

“Drew, would you stop pacing. You’re about to wear out the carpet.” I glare at the back of Claire’s head for her comment. Stop pacing, does she also want me to stop worrying about my missing girlfriend? Khloe, who’s been gone for two fucking days while I sit around trying to figure out where the hell she’s at. All of this is going through my head and she wants me to stop pacing the fucking carpet. I don’t think so.

                I whirl around to tell her just that when I notice the way with which she busies herself around the school. Her hands shake as she goes about dusting the already pristine objects. Her body trembles with a shaky breath and I step closer to her while my arm subconsciously weaves around her shoulders. That seems to be what finally makes the rubber band snap, her shoulders hunch further as a sob wracks her body.

                “She’s my girl. I’ve looked after her since she was a baby, it was my job to look after Khloe and Kohl when their parents no longer could. I failed.” She presses her face into my chest and I can feel the tears soak through my shirt. I say nothing as I let her eyes exert every tear they dare cry for Khloe. After moments of silence, Roger walks into the room. He gives me a grateful look before his eyes soften towards Claire, with that he takes her from my arms and into his. I watch their retreating backs for a moment longer before pulling my cell phone out. My fingers fly furiously over the phone before I raise it towards my ear.

                “What the hell do you want?” I have to grit my teeth together to keep from lashing out at the pest on the other end of the line.

Mike.

I hate him and he knows it.

The only reason I’m even calling this punk is Khloe. He knows that too, but he should also know not to anger me unless he wants his intestines on the floor staring back at him. 

“Have you heard anything on Khloe?”

“I told you I’d call you if I did. Seeing as you’re calling me I’d suspect you’d have another reason.”

I hate this little piece of shit.

“I want you to give me any addresses that may link to your father.” If I have to send men to a hundred places, I will with the sole intent of bringing Khloe back home. I’ll fucking look crawling on my knees if I have to, but I’m not gonna sit around and do nothing.

“You do realize that I’ll put my own neck on the line if I do that,” he answers. My silence signifies how much I don’t care for his neck. He’s lucky I didn’t snap it myself for bullying Khloe all these years. “I’ll fax them over to you now. I have a feeling something big’s about to happen.”

“What makes you say that?” I glance up as the sound of footsteps approaches me. Adrian’s wearing his usual scowl as he climbs down the stairs. My sister follows behind him and oh so sweetly gestures at the stick up his ass.

“Everyone’s too quiet around here and I think someone may be onto me. I’ll head over to yours shortly.” I hear his phone shut off before looking towards Adrian and Sammy.

“Mike’s about to fax me the addresses, we have to divide and look. I don’t think we have a lot of time. Get my dad over here, I think there’s some things he still needs to tell us.” Sammy nods before trotting back up the stairs in search of our dad. Adrian just stands there trying to burn me with his glare. I don’t need to ask him to know what he’s about to tell me.