Page 139 of Obsession

“Why?” I spoke softly, though I felt the need to rebel.

“Because you’re losing control. You need to learn how to deal with it without going as crazy as you did yesterday,”he finished his sentence and turned his head towards me, his eyebrow raised.

Was it me or was he blaming me for kissing him? Or was it about the time before when I was one step away from mutilating Amber. I couldn’t figure it out, those jade eyes were turning my mind to jelly.

I slid back and forth angrily on the seat. I would have protested, but I didn’t want to behave like I was possessed. He smiled, pleased by my unusually non-confrontational behavior.

He got out of the car and my breath quickened as I saw him approach my door. Suddenly I remembered that something was missing: I had left the doll at home.

Oh, fucking hell!

I hoped it wouldn’t cry all day until its batteries died and that before my dad found it and realized I was even crazier than he thought.

I bit my lip as Harris opened my door. I didn’t want to act like a scaredy cat anymore, so I got out of the car and tried to be as normal as possible. As long as I wasn’t wearing his tattoo, they couldn’t say anything, or so I thought.

Harris complicated the situation even more by taking my hand and pulling me behind him towards the entrance. I felt like an experiment fresh out of the lab, exposed to humanity. Everywhere I looked, I was met with curious and shocked stares, so I decided to look at the ground. At least the asphalt didn’t seem to be interested in Harris Stone’s latest acquisition.

He seemed so relaxed and in his element. Did he really not care that his girlfriend could see us? Remembering Kristen’s explanations, the answer was clear.

After last night, I tried not to judge Harris by other people’s assumptions anymore, but sometimes it was hard.

When we reached my group of friends, I felt my heart rise into my throat. He had driven me to school again and now hewas holding my hand in the parking lot, even though I thought we were together. Probably even the asphalt thought so.

“Hi,” I greeted awkwardly.

“Hi,” Kristen replied apprehensively, turning her slightly scared gaze to Harris.

Zac was starting to boil, and I couldn’t bring myself to look at him because of the bruises that were still visible.

“So you’re officially together?” Candice’s voice hit me like a rock thrown at my head. I was actually praying that no one would ask that question. I was starting to hate the talking redhead again.

All eyes were on us, watching us curiously, waiting for an answer, including Harris, who fixed me with his cheeky, perverted gaze.

“No,” I replied simply, pulling my hand out of his and pretending to take my phone out of my pocket so the gesture wouldn’t make me look like an asshole.

I immediately sensed Harris’ angry frown. Luckily, I was looking aimlessly at my phone so I wouldn’t look him in the eye. But what did he want? For me to say yes? Had he asked me to be his girlfriend and I hadn’t heard? The fact that he spent a night with me didn’t mean we were a couple. We did a lot of stupid stuff and lost our heads all the time when we were together, but there was still a long way to go before we were “officially together”.

“Oh, how are the lovebirds?”

Jay came out of nowhere. I suddenly wanted to slap myself. Another loudmouth who would ask a lot of questions.

He immediately jumped on Harris’ back, stood between us, and hugged both our necks in a brotherly gesture. Harris smiled and shook his head like a parent looking at his crazy kid. Now I understood why he was the leader and the whole Harris Hawk thing.

Jay looked at both of us. It would have been funny if I didn’t know why he was staring at us like that. Ty and V showed up too, and she gave me a cheeky wink.

“So, how was your ni…”

“Wow, what an awesome car,” I blurted out with the first thing that came to mind.

I’m sure the idiot knew Harris had spent the night at my place. The only thing missing was the whole school finding out.

They all followed my line of sight. Luckily, there really was a great car in the parking lot that I didn’t recognize as one of theirs, but it had the same tuning style and weird drawings.

“Fuck me! Am I dreaming or is that a Huracan Evo?”

Ty had fallen into a kind of trance as he looked at the shiny silver car. I recognized the make, it was a Lamborghini, I was sure of it, and Ty probably knew the rest of the details.

“Shit, this model has been on the market for no longer than a month.”

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