Page 98 of Greased

I look up to my last guy. If I can call him that.

Dawson stands back from the rest of the boys almost hesitantly. I can see it written on his face as well. But a piece of me knits back together as he takes a step forward.

He doesn’t need to say anything but he does utter one word, “Yours.”

It feels final then. Like the band is back together or some other ridiculous rendition of a reunion.

But pain still holds strong in my chest. I can’t just let go of that hurt. The heartbreak that ruled my life for months. Because their words are just that, words. They are empty right now and, until they have action behind them, I refuse to let my walls down and let them back in again completely.

“I’m still so fucking mad at all of you. You broke my heart.”

Each of the boys nod, Dawson grimaces.

“You are going to have to show me that your words aren’t just empty. I expect you five to grovel.”

Sonny smirks, “Oh baby, you know I have no issues being on my knees for you.”

We erupt into laughter as Sonny stands up and pulls me into his arms. “I’ll do anything to prove my words to you,mi amor.”

His voice is quiet in my ear. I nod my head against his chest. Sonny’s arms wrap around me tight, squeezing like he’s trying to keep me here. To tether me to him.

He eventually drops his arms from around me, letting me take a step back.

Dacre is the next one to step in, pulling me in tight to him.

“I love you, Scarlett.”

I nod again into his chest.

He lets me go and Pike pulls me into his arms. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t need to. I can feel it in his embrace. In the way his arms tense around me.

He lets me go, caressing my face as we pull back.

Dawson steps into me next. I’m surprised when he pulls me into his arms as well. He doesn’t say anything either but it kind of feels like an extension of our earlier conversation. It feels as though maybe his declaration of us just being friends isn’t his intention at all. That his feelings are more in tune with the guys and how they feel about me.

I don’t hate it, but it feels unexpected.

With Dawson, it feels like a rollercoaster. One minute he is all in, the next he wants me to disappear. At this point, I’m not even sure he even knows what he wants.

He lets me go and I’m immediately pulled into Nicky’s arms and spun around. I hold around his neck tight, giggling as he helps relieve the tension.

I needed it. Something to slice the doom and gloom feeling in the room. He eventually sets me down, holding me a second longer so I can gain my footing.

“What are your plans for the rest of the day, baby girl?” Nicky questions.

“Ah, training with Wyatt I think,” I say, grabbing my phone out of my back pocket from where I stored it earlier. My eyes widen as I see the time and the messages from Wyatt asking where I am.

“Fuck,” I yell, looking around trying to find my bag, “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.”

“What?” Dacre asks, worried as he looks down at my phone.

“I’m half an hour late. Fuck!” I grab my bag but pause, “Can one of you guys take me to the clubhouse?”

Dawson immediately nods, grabbing his jacket and throwing it on, “I’ll take you.”

I nod before turning and smiling at the guys, “I’ll talk to you all later?”

I hightail it out of the room without getting a proper answer. My first training session with Wyatt and I’m already late.

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