Page 42 of Unspoken Words
“So?” She turned to face the netball ring and took a shot, the ball sailing through for a goal and bouncing off the garage door.
Every bounce amplified, like a drum, and I tried to ignore it, to suppress the sound like I’d practised over the years. “Didn’t you think I deserved to know?”
“I don’t see why it matters.” She snatched the ball as it bounced toward her and played another shot, and this time the sound of it bouncing made me snap.
“Because he wants to get inside your fucking pants, Eloise, that’s why.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know his intentions.”
“Connor, where is all this coming from?”
“He flirts with you, stares at you, touches y—”
“He does not touch me,” she said, squaring her shoulders, her hand on her hips. “What the fuck?”
“He does. He has it bad for you. I don’t trust him.”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“Am I? Maybe you should ask Lilah then.”
“Lilah? Why would I ask—Oh, I see.” She turned her back to me and walked toward the house.
“You see what?”
She didn’t answer, nor did she stop walking.
“Ellie!”
Whipping her body around, she threw the ball at my chest. Hard. “Lilah is a slut, Connor. Her reputation precedes her. Why do you think they moved here in the first place, huh?”
I shrugged. I really didn’t care.
“Maybe you should ask her then, because if anyone wants to get into anyone’s pants, it’s her, so wear a belt.”
“I hate belts. And, anyway, you’re the only person I want in my pants.”
She pursed her lips, her hands on her hips. “I know.”
I couldn’t help the smile that crept onto my face. “Ellie—”
“Goodnight, Connor,” she said, as she walked away.
“Ell—”
“Just leave.”
“Baby—”
“I’m done arguing. Tonight was supposed to be special, and thanks to you it’s ruined, so go home.” She opened the back door, entered her house, and slammed it shut behind her.
Fuck!She was so goddamn stubborn. When Ellie lit a fire, you blazed and burned to a crisp, left only to lick your wounds in the ashes. And I just knew that this fire was gonna burn for days, weeks even.
About to place her ball down and make my way home, I noticed the curtains move in one of the windows next door, and the thing that concerned me most was that I wasn’t sure who’d been standing behind them … Lilah, Tristan, or both.
Chapter Twelve
