Page 13 of You Belong With Me

I shake my head, my hand moving to my throat as I try to figure out what the fuck is going on. “So, wait, you werebothstalking me?”

Goddamn.

This is so fucked up. I can’t do this.

Turning on my heel in the sand, I storm off toward the staircase leading back up to the park. Lucas is behind me in seconds, pulling me to a stop. Again. His grip is so tight it’s painful and he uses it to turn me around so I’m facing him.

“I didn’t say you could walk away from me,” he says through gritted teeth.

I glare at him because it’s all I can do. His grip is too tight for me to pull away. “And why should I listen to you,hm?According to you, I belong to Gabriel, remember?”

“You’re still my consort.” He says that like it’s all the explanation he needs for bossing me around.

I don’t know why, but that simple statement pisses me off more than anything. It’s so fucking hypocritical. Can’t he see that? On one hand, he’s telling me I belong to Gabriel, and on the other, he’s still trying to control me.

Fuck. Him.

I shove at his chest with my free hand, throwing my full weight behind it, which is nothing compared to his strength, but whatever. “You fucking asshole!” I shove at him again, over and over, until the heels of my hands sting. “You think you can just take whatever the fuck you want without any consequences! I fucking hate you.” I scream that last bit with my whole heart, the words torn violently from my throat.

He lets go of me and I stumble back, falling on my ass in the sand. As I right myself and stand back up, I grab a handful of sand and throw it at him.

The fucking cunt.

Hot rich boys are the absolute fucking worst.

They’re a plague.

And I’m 100% certain they’re responsible for every scourge on earth, including global warming.

“Wyn.” Lucas takes another step forward. “Listen to me.”

I lift my finger at him. “No! Fuck you, Lucas. Fuck you.” Tears are streaming down my face now, being blown by the breeze. “You claim to be so into me that you can’t fucking help yourself, then your cousin pops up, and you hand me back over to him without a second thought?”

Am I actuallyangrythat Lucas was stalking me, and now he’s walking away? Over the last few weeks, I’ve been wonderingif I’ve been slowly losing my mind. Now I know I have. Who gets mad about no longer being wanted by their stalker?

“Wyn,” he says again, reaching out for me.

But this time, when I turn around, I run…

An hour later, I’m at Lux’s place, on the balcony overlooking the ocean. Roman left earlier when word got out that Gabriel was alive, so we have the place to ourselves.

“Okay, wait, hold on,” Lux says, her eyes wide. “Let me get this straight, Lucas wasstalkingyou?”

“Yeah, I guess. I don’t know,” I say, setting my mug of hot tea down on the table in front of us. “I’m so confused.”

Her gaze rakes over my face. “Why didn’t you tell me, Wyn? I would have helped you.”

I shake my head, new tears flowing freely down my cheeks. “I know,” I say, glancing at her. “I know you would have. But…you’re so happy. I didn’t want to fuck that up.”

“Oh, my God, Wyn.” She reaches over and pulls me into a hug, which is awkward because we’re both sitting. She pulls back and smiles at me sympathetically. “I can be happy, and support you at the same time.”

True, but she also tends to freak out and react strongly to situations,especiallyto something like stalking. And it’s understandable, considering her own history with it. But yeah, that’s why I wasn’t involving her. I don’t say any of that, though.

“I know,” I say, flashing her an answering smile. “You’re a good friend.”

“So, Gabriel’salive?” She shakes her head and sits back in her chair. “What are you going to do?”

I push out a breath and wipe the tears off my face. “I have no idea. But…” I pause, because I’m not sure I want to say it out loud. It would make me seem cold. Heartless even.

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