A/N: Heyy! Sorry for the super long wait for this chapter. NYC was great, except for guys coming to to flirt with me when I was standing next to my mother. It was awkward to say the least. Anyways, Thank you so so sooo much to the reviewers, you guys are amazing. Even though I'm not sure if she reads this story, special thanks to Zoey24 because I read somewhere that she actually recommended my story. Thats so awesome! :) And an extra thank you to those of you who left super long reviews, I absolutely love reading them. Anyways, on with the chapter- Enjoy!
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Anyone But You
Chapter Five
By the time Saturday afternoon had rolled around, my head was still in spins. Slowly, everything had eventually started coming back to me. At first I couldn't remember much, but after Nate had showed me those few clips, I could suddenly vaguely remember the night. Over the next few hours, as I laid comfortably in my own bed all the details began to flow. I could remember the taste of the swirly lolly-pop I'd had, and I could remember the background music that had been playing at the scene. If I concentrated hard enough, I could feel the exact temperature it had been in the building last night, and I could smell the sweets on the table I had been standing next to. Everything was so clear to me, almost as if every time I closed my eyes I would relive it over and over. Every single time I blinked, I could feel the air, smell the candies, hear the music, and taste the sugar on my tongue. Every time I let my eyes fall shut all I could see was Nate pulling me through the crowds, his body pressed to mine as I stood terrified in that alley, and him hugging me tightly in my own moment of weakness. And the only thing I could think was that he was never going to let me live it down. I had actually needed him and he was going to make sure I never forgot it.
The only thing I could think to do was to never let it happen again. I wasn't going to let him see me cry anymore, or see me afraid. That wasn't the kind of person I wanted him to think I was. I didn't want him to think that there was a possibility that I might just need him. More than that, I didn't want to need him, I didn't want anything to do with him. I wanted to forget that I had ever let him get the slightest bit close to me. In fact, if anything, I was going to make sure that I pushed him further away. I couldn't let myself be weak, vulnerable even, around him. I'd done him wrong so many times in the past that I knew he might just take advantage of that.
I snuggled deep into my bed, trying for hours to fall back to sleep. I found that I just wasn't able to. Every time my eyes closed, the scene played back to me, and watching it one time was more than enough. Besides that, I just couldn't seem to fall asleep. I was extremely tired, but I couldn't manage to just sleep. The shades were closed and my lights were off. The blankets were pulled tightly around me, despite that it was almost summer, but there was something wrong. I couldn't pinpoint what it was, because nothing seemed different. Everything seemed exactly the same. The bed was the same one I had slept on for ages, and the comforter was no different than the one I'd had since ninth grade when we redid my room, and lastly there was that same smell of apples and strawberries that was so familiar to me that I almost didn't notice it.
When I finally realized I wouldn't be getting much sleep and relaxation, I reached for the phone on my bedside table. When Jason had dropped me off earlier that morning, my Mom had told me Miley had been calling. She hadn't called my phone yet since I'd been home, but I figured that I should at least let her know that I was okay. She had looked so panicked last night when she'd asked Nate to take care of me – not that I needed to be taken care of – and I felt I should make sure she was doing alright also. So I picked up the phone, sliding it up and dialing the number I knew so well. I don't think it even rang one full time before she picked up.
"Lilly?!" I almost had to pull the phone away from my ear.
"Yeah, Miley," I answered quietly, "It's me."
"Oh my god!" She freaked out, "Lilly! Where have you been?! I tried calling you all night! Your mom thought you were staying here! And you weren't! And since you weren't home, and you weren't here...well, where the hell were you?!"
"At the Grays" I answered her. If anything, I wanted to sink back and become one with the wall I was leaning against. I mean, I'd stayed the night at Jason's apartment once or twice, and we hung out there pretty often, but, I'd never stayed at the Grays house. Most likely since I didn't say 'Jason's' Miley would assume that I went home with Nate, which was a sick, sick thought.
"So you, Wait-" She paused, shocked, when she'd finally taken in my words, "You were at Nate's house?" I could almost see her eyes bugging out of her head as she said it.
"And Shane's!" I protested, trying to justify me being there, "And Jason was there too! Their parents picked us up, and.. uh, I wasn't exactly in the state to pick whether or not I wanted to go..." My voice trailed off, wondering what she would think of my statement. She could easily interpret it as a number of different things other than being in shock. Truthfully, I didn't really want to tell her I had been so frozen, because it might lead to me admitting that I was far more involved in this crime that I wanted to be. And if I told her that, there was a possibility I could get her just as involved as I was, and that was something I didn't want.
"What?!" She flipped again. Exactly what I was hoping wouldn't happen. "What the hell do you mean? What happened?!"
"Nothing!" I lied, "I just.." Thinking quick, I came up with a plausible response, "When you left, Nate took me outside, and I was just kind of overwhelmed with the crowds. You know how claustrophobic I get. I wasn't thinking straight and... they just let me stay the night."
"Oh.." Miley answered, probably kicking herself for overreacting. What she didn't know was that she was hardly overreacting because I could have very well been dead last night.
"Yeah. Jason took me home this morning."
"Okay," She mumbled, "Are- are you okay? I mean, did you see anything?"
"No. Not much," I lied again, playing with the loose ends on my blanket, "I don't really want to talk about it."
"Oh, okay," She answered. There was a pause in the conversation for just a moment before she spoke again, "I guess I'll go."
"No wait-" I blurted out, and she stayed on the other end of the line, silent, waiting for me to continue, "Do you think you could still come over? You know, for my birthday? Oliver too?"
"Yeah, yeah of course," She spoke immediately, "What time?"
"Um, now?" It came out more like a question than a statement, "You could come over and we could grab a few movies?"
"I have a couple. I could just bring them right over..."
"Okay. I'll see you soon. I'm gunna call Oliver..." I mumbled. We said our goodbyes and then I hung up. When I called Oliver the conversation lasted much longer and I actually did have to hold the phone about a foot from my ear. Oliver had always been a little protective of me, but that was ordinary since we were practically brother and sister. We'd known each other since preschool, and although I had had a silly little crush on him as a four year old, I couldn't imagine him being anything more than my best friend. And since he was my best friend, he most definitely didn't need to act like my older brother. Especially since I was older than him.
So when I finally got off the phone, it had been nearly twenty minutes. The doorbell rang downstairs and I heard my mom answer. Miley's voice drifted from the front door, up the staircase to my ears and I got out of bed. When I got to the last step of the stairs, I greeted my friend. She wasn't in her movie 'jamies but neither was I. Actually, I was still wearing Nate's Elvis Costello shirt and a pair of black short shorts. This probably looked awkward, but she didn't ask any questions, just shooting me an odd glance.
My mom offered to go get us snacks from the grocery store and said she'd be sure to pick up some fudge-sicles since I'd eaten the last one last night. She would have gone earlier, but she knew Miley would be over soon and didn't want to leave me alone. Soon after my mom left, Oliver showed up and the three of us retreated into the basement. The basement wasn't really a basement, it was like a personal hang out room. We had a comfy leather couch and a large screen television, along with a pool table. There were game systems and games littered across both the floor and the shelves of the entertainment system. And of course, my mom had invested in some surround sound speakers recently. I'm not sure why she spent so much on renovating the basement since it was just the two of us, but I think it had something to do with her big promotion at the law firm.
Oliver and Miley made themselves comfortable on the couch as I sifted through the DVDs Miley had brought. There wasn't much that I hadn't seen before, so I randomly picked out a comedy that would take my mind off of the real horrors of last night. About ten minutes into the movie the phone was ringing. Miley sat up to put the film on pause and I reached over to grab the cordless phone of the table in front of us.
"Hello?" I answered, forgetting to look at the caller ID.
"Hi Lilly," My mom answered back, "I'm at the store now, but I'm going to be a little later getting home, okay? I'm just going to pop over to work on the way home, I left a few documents there yesterday afternoon for the case I'm working on."
"Sure Mom," I replied, "Oh.. and don't forget the fudge-sicles.. okay?" I felt like a child when I asked for them. There was almost a guilty feeling in the pit of my stomach, despite the fact that Mom had offered to go get them.
"Oh..." Mom mumbled back, "They're all out, sweetie. Someone just grabbed the last box."
"Okay..." I sighed, my voice coming out quiet and disappointed.
"I can get you another kind if you want," Mom offered, "I can get you the rainbow ones, you like those right?"
"I guess..." I mumbled. The rainbow ones were good, but definitely not as tasty as the fudge-sicles. So sue me if I had a constant craving for the chocolaty goodness.
"Okay, I'll get the rainbow ones, and then the chips. You just go watch the movie and forget all about last night okay and have as good as a birthday you can. They'll catch the guy, don't worry."
"Kay. Bye Mommy," I answered, hanging up the phone. It didn't matter anymore that I'd forgotten about the murder for the last half an hour because suddenly everything was back again. I snuggled deeper into the couch, pulling the throw blanket tighter around my body. If I had been paying any attention to the movie, I wasn't anymore. My mind was solely on the crime, the discs, and what would eventually happen to me.
What exactly would happen to me anyways? To say I wasn't scared would be a complete lie. I was terrified to the core, even if I managed not to show it. I didn't have a clue what I was dealing with. For all I knew, someone could be tracking me down this very second. Then again, this could have been the overreaction of the century, but I was seriously doubting that. Whoever it was had gone through a lot of trouble to make sure that no one had seen anything at the actual crime scene, but unfortunately, Nate and I had just had to stumble on his back exit. I was sure he wasn't too happy about his plan being potentially ruined.
But still, that didn't really answer my question. I was venturing into the unknown here, and the only person walking with me was the one person I didn't want- Nate Gray. The stupid prat. The only upside would be that if something happened to me, he'd get it too eventually. But then again, I'm not that mean. Sure, we have our differences, but I wouldn't really wish anything bad on someone... unless I was the cause of said bad thing. Come on, he was so easy to prank, and the annoyed look mixed with 'super pissed' was priceless. But if anything really serious ever happened to him, I'm not sure how I'd react. I was so used to the hate relationship we'd fallen into that it was just natural. I didn't like him, he didn't like me, that was it. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. However, this relationship was built solely on distaste for each other. I wasn't sure that either of us really, truly hated the other. It had always been so normal, but now that we were involved in something so serious as murder... would everything change? I couldn't imagine us being anything other than enemies, and I couldn't imagine not having him around to mess with.
"Lilly?!" My mom yelled as she came in the door. Miley and Oliver hadn't noticed me off in my own world, so they continued watching the movie as I stood from my seat. I told both my friends that I'd be right back before going upstairs to see what my mom had wanted.
Mom was standing in the kitchen, a briefcase of files on the table and a few bags of groceries on the counter. She had already gotten the chips out of the first bag, but apparently she had abandoned them to sift through some papers from work. I tried to catch a glance at whatever case she was working on, some of them were pretty interesting, but she was so engrossed with it and flipping the papers at superman speed that I could hardly read a word.
"The fudge-sicles are on the counter, honey. Put them in the freezer before they melt, okay?" She looked up to me for mere seconds and then returned back to her work. My forehead creased as I looked at her questioningly.
"I thought they were out..." When I uttered this sentence, her head snapped up from her work, swiveling around to look at me. She had a huge grin plastered on her face as she put the papers down, turning towards me.
"Well, I ran into your friends at the store," She explained. I just got more confused, "Nate and Shane, Jason's brothers."
"Oh?" I asked, pulling the treats from the bag and walking towards the fridge.
"Yeah. Shane, I think it was, offered the fudge-sicles to me. He knew it was your birthday and he wanted you to have them. Isn't that nice?"
"Yeah..." I agreed, closing the fridge after putting the Popsicles inside and turning to look at my mom.
"They're sweet boys. I don't know why you don't hang out with them more often."
"I hang out with Jason all the time," I raised an eyebrow, "And sometimes Shane too."
"What about Nate?" She asked.
"Well.. uh," I stumbled on my words, "Me and Nate... we don't really get along."
"That's ridiculous," She laughed, not believing me and turning back to her work. "He's a nice boy. You know what? You should call Jasonn up tomorrow and invite them all to dinner; Mr and Mrs. Gray too. I mean, most of the family pictures are in the photo albums, so they'd never know you weren't Lola." It was true, they wouldn't know. The living room was all redecorated with white couches, hardwood floors and abstract modern art on the walls. The entire house was pretty modern looking, and my mom was definitely a fan of the abstract look. Thinking about it, I'm sure that the only pictures of me in the entire house were either in my bedroom, my moms or the photo albums that we kept in the basement in a locked glass case. When I tried to protest to my mom, she insisted again.
So that's what I found myself doing the next day. Long after Miley had gone home, my mom had went out to get something nice for dinner. I had lied earlier and said they were coming, but it wasn't until now that I was actually calling Jason. I had just finished a walk through of my own house to make sure there were no 'Lilly' pictures or anything that would give me away, and now I was sitting on my bed. I dialed Jay's number and waited a few rings until he finally picked up.
"Hey Lola," He answered. Caller ID.
"Hey Jase," I answered, standing from my bed and walking around my bedroom, "What're you doing today?"
"Uh, nothing, I don't think." It sounded a lot like a question.
"So, there's this thing..." I started off, "And well, long story short, my mom wants to invite your fam over for dinner tonight..."
"Really?" He asked, astonished. In the entire two years I had known him he had never been to my house.
"Yeah. You, Shane, Frankie, your parents... the twerp."
"Who?" He asked. I was sure he knew perfectly well who I was referring to.
"Nate." I rolled my eyes, letting out an aggravated breath.
"Well, yeah, I can come," Jason answered, then paused, "I'm going to call my parents and I'll get back to you, okay? Um, what time?"
"Fiveish, my mom said."
"Alright, I'll call you back soon."
"Bye Jase,"
"Later Hollywood." I smiled as I heard the dial tone. He hadn't called me 'Hollywood' in so long. The nickname was an old one, from back almost when we'd first met. I could hardly remember why he'd started calling me it in the first place, but it had definitely caught on. For just about the next six months after the nickname caught on, he didn't even bother to call me Lola. The name kind of went downhill though, after Mom introduced herself to Jason as 'Holly Luftnagle', instead of sticking with Heather. I guess Jason felt awkward nicknaming me after my mom, but I had actually really liked the nickname. I was glad to hear he was using it again.
Hanging up my phone I walked downstairs to set the dining room table like my mom had asked. I was hoping that the Grays weren't busy and would agree to come since I had already told my mom they would. When I was half way finished putting the plates out on the table the phone went off next to me. When I picked it up, it was Jason again. He told me that his parents could come and that they'd all be there soon. Just as we hung up, my mom walked into the door carrying the groceries. She placed them down on the kitchen counter, calling me to help put some of the things away and then help her to make the meal. It was hard, just the two of us on our own having to do everything by ourselves since Dad and Seth, my brother, lived in Nevada, but we managed just fine.
Finally five rolled around and everything was set. My mom had made a huge dinner for the eight of us to eat and she was just pulling the last pieces together. She had drinks for Mr and Mrs Gray and herself, and of course the house was always littered with pop for me and my friends. Finally, as my mom placed the finishing touches on the dinning room silverware, the doorbell rang.
"Lilly! Door!" My mom shouted to me. I ran towards the front entrance, adjusting my wig one last time in the mirror on the wall. Mom didn't have to put on a wig or anything, but unfortunately I did. I brushed invisible specs of dirt off my black skinnies and straightened out my emerald green top. Mom wanted me too look nice, but I didn't need to be all dressy either.
"Hey Jay!" I smiled, seeing him first as I opened the door. I instantly pulled him inside and he took off his shoes. "Mr and Mrs Gray! Shane! Frankie!" I kept smiling, ushering them all in.
"Hello Nathaniel," The smile faded, my face a tad darker. My eyes narrowed watching his every move as he came into the house. If he noticed, he definitely didn't show it. Soon enough though, my mom was rushing into the entrance from the kitchen, greeting everyone and looking slightly frazzled.
"Lola!" Mom yelled to me, "Why don't you take the boys into the basement to play some games, or show them around the house while I talk to Denise and Kevin?"
"Um, Okay.." All of the four boys' eyes were focused on me as Mom led Mr and Mrs. Gray into the pristine living room on the right. I looked around the house awkwardly for a moment, a little confused on whether I should be showing them around.
"So, I guess I could give you the tour," I laughed awkwardly, "Then we could go downstairs?"
"Sure," Shane spoke up, smiling, and easing the awkward silence away.
"Um, well, this is obviously the front hallway thing," I moved my hands around a bit as if I was showcasing it. The walls were a plain cream colour and floors were hardwood, just like almost every other room in my house. There was a small decorative mirror on the wall and a table underneath it with a vase. When I walked forward, they all followed as I lead them towards the more main areas of the house. At the end of the entrance hall we walked up about three steps.
"Living room to your right," I told them, but didn't bother showing them since Mom and the Grays were busy in there. "Hallway to your left," I continued showing them around for about fifteen more minutes. Jason seemed as interested as one could be when being shown a house, Shane would joke around in every room we came to, pulling a mock thinking face and nodding his head. Nate was clearly bored, and Frankie, being only ten, was getting a little restless.
"Um, well, I guess I'll just show you my room upstairs and then we can hang out in the basement until dinner." I explained rather quietly. We were walking up the large staircase that was next to the living room, trying not to disturb our parents. When we got to the top, I passed a few doors before reaching my own.
"Well, this is it. Nothing spectacular." I told them, opening the door and letting everyone in. It was a simple room, not like Nate's with his millions of guitars on the walls. Instead my walls were covered in posters and framed signed band t-shirts. There was a desk, a bedside table, and a vanity that doubled as a dresser. That was about it besides the speaker system and the large cork board of random things that covered more than half of one of my walls. I stood awkwardly as they all looked over my room. It was rather silent until Shane caught sight of the one poster I had forgotten to remove. Theirs.
"That's beautiful!" He laughed, hunching over. My eyes shot to where he was pointing. The poster was taped up on the wall next to my desk. I was pretty sure that Shane wasn't laughing at the fact that I had it though. See, the picture looked entirely normal, except for Nate. To say the least, I had taken the idea from Jackson and drawn all over Nate's face. I heard Jason stifle a laugh and then my eyes shot to Nate. Frankie didn't really understand, but the seventeen year old did. His eyes were narrowed at the picture and then they moved to me, glaring.
"Oh come on," I muttered, rolling my eyes, "You had it coming." He went to respond, but before a fight broke out Jason managed to usher us all into the basement to play a few games or watch television. About an hour later, mine and Shane's game of Guitar Hero was interrupted by my Mom calling us up for dinner. We all raced upstairs, and I was first to the dining room since none of them remembered where it was. Less than two seconds later I found myself seated between Jason and Shane with Nate across from me between Frankie and his mom. My mom and Mr. Gray sat at the ends of the table. We all said grace and then began to pour the meal onto our plates.
"So Lola," My head snapped up to meet the gaze of Mr. Gray, "Your mother tells us you're going to University in the fall."
"Yes," I answered, smiling politely and nodding my head, "Pepperdine, actually, right here in Malibu." Mr. Gray nodded his head approvingly. I felt a nudge next to me and looked at Jason who smiled as if he was really proud. Neither Jason or Shane had gone to university because of the hectic band schedules, but it wasn't like I was a professional socialite or anything.
"What are you majoring in?" Mr. Gray asked.
"Law," I answered, "I really like it. I guess you could say I'm a bit aggressive, so it suits me well." I had been smiling as I said it, until I heard a comment from across the table.
"Got that right," Was mumbled from the mouth of one Nate Gray. I didn't think anyone else at the table heard it and I didn't think he knew I had either. His eyes were on his plate as he shoved another forkful into his mouth. I turned away from Mr. Gray, my eyes narrowing down his second youngest son.
"Excuse me?" I asked. His eyes widened a bit as he lifted his head and swallowed the mouthful of food.
"Hmm? What?" He asked, looking around suspiciously.
"Wanna repeat that?" I asked, tilting my head and raising both eyebrows. Shane and Jason were looking at the both of us curiously, worried that a fight was about to break out.
"What are you talking about?" Nate shot back, leaning forward slightly.
"'Got that right'" I answered, "Ring a bell?" The both of us seemed unaware of our parents' eyes as we leaned further across the table towards each other, glaring.
"So what? You admitted it yourself." He rolled his eyes. I almost let him off the hook until he muttered, "I don't need this."
"And I don't need you muttering stupid comments in my house. If your going to say something about me, at least say it to me." I spat, clenching my knife and fork tightly in each hand.
"Let it go! Jeeze!" He told me defensively, leaning back in his chair.
"No!" I yelled, "I won't." I stood from my chair, shoving it back violently. "I think by now it's common knowledge that the both of us hate each other, so the least you can do it cut your stupid little nice act because I'm not falling for it. If your going to say something, just say it. Do you honestly really think I care what you have to say to me?"
"Lola, sit down," He crossed his arms, "Stop being a Drama Queen." I ignored his comments, continuing on with my rant.
"I can't even have a conversation with your father without you being a jerk about it. You know," I turned to his parents, "I really feel for you, having to live with this thing every day. I honestly don't know how you do it. He's inconsiderate, and a major idiot. At least if your son is going to hate me, tell him to do it properly instead of muttering incoherent, immature shit under his breath."
"Me hate you?!" Nate burst, standing from his chair, "I'm trying to be nice to you. With all the stuff you've done to me you'd think I would have stopped by now! I even took care of you Friday night and did I hear one thank you? No! I didn't! Your mom had to say it for you."
"I never asked you to do that," I seethed, my eyes narrowed on him, "I would have rather died that night then had to be near you." I slammed my utensils down, walking around the table to go upstairs to my room. I couldn't stand to be around Nate anymore.
"Yeah?" He yelled after me, "Well, I wish you would have!" I stopped dead in my tracks halfway to the dining room door. Instantly my body turned to him. My eyes were cold and blank as I stared right into his. Everyone around the table was watching us intently, eyes wide and shocked at our words.
"Go to fucking hell, Gray," I spat, my eyes never leaving his. His face changed as he realized what he'd said and the remorse poured onto his features. The anger that had been in his eyes before was gone now and it was clear he'd felt bad about what he'd said.
"Lola- I, um, I'm sor-"
"No." I spat, trying to keep my eyes from tearing, "Don't apologize, because you know what? I wish you were dead too." And then I walked away. Seconds after I had reached my room I could hear my mother apologizing profusely downstairs and then the Grays leaving. I listened to Mom bang down my door, yelling at me to call Nate and tell him I was sorry, but I refused. I knew I had gotten a little out of control, but there was no way I was going back on what I'd said. Besides, if he wanted me to say sorry, he was going to have to do it to. Or no- wait, that wouldn't work. He had already tried to apologize. Damnit! I just didn't want to and no one was going to make me.
Except the thing is. I was wrong. Because the next morning I found myself standing on the doorstep of the Grays house. Ringing the doorbell, I stood there awkwardly, shifting from one foot to the other. I looked back at my mom, who was sitting in the car, and she looked at me pointedly. Then my head whipped around as the door answered. It was Shane.
"Lola? Hey..." He spoke, raising one eyebrow as if to ask why I was there so early in the morning.
"Hi Shane.." I smiled. He seemed to wake up at that moment because he looked down at his attire, boxers and a t shirt, and went red. Smoothing down his wild bed-head hair, he opened the door further letting me in. "I'm uh.. Here to apologize.. to Nathaniel." I mumbled. I didn't want to but Mom made me. Stupid mothers and their powers. I was eighteen now, shouldn't I have been able to pick who I wanted to apologize to?!
"Wha?" Shane seemed shocked, "Um- he's.. uh, asleep still... In his room." I nodded, "I guess you could go wake him up... you know where it is, right?" I nodded again before slipping off my shoes. I found my way up the staircase, pausing at the first door. I took a deep breath in and brought my hand up to knock. There wasn't an answer, but I guess that was because he was asleep. My hand connected with the doorknob and I twisted it open, slowly peeking into the room. When I caught sight of everything, I froze. My eyes went wide and I pushed the door open entirely as a breath caught in my throat.
"N-Nate?" I stuttered, my eyes trailing the room. Everything was trashed. I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I looked everything over. His comforter was tossed off the bed and the bedsheets were sliced up, along with several other items. Feathers from the pillows were floating around the room and his guitars were strewn around, out of place, a few broken.
"Nate?!" I yelled, running into the room, digging through the heaps of his belongings. Nothing seemed to be in its right place and a few things were gone, but worst of all, he was missing too.
"Oh my god," I mumbled, my eyes wide, thinking back two nights. What if something had happened to him? And oh god! Last night I had wished he was dead. Oh my god, oh my god. My hands were shaking, my knees wobbling as I tried to stay standing. My breathing was shallow as my mind began to think of what could have happened to him. And then I began to cry as I collapsed in the middle of his floor. Not only did I cry because he was gone, but for me also. Now that they had him, they would be on the look out for me.
"Lola?" I could hear Shane's questioning voice as he bounded up the stairs, "Lola, what's wro-" His voiced faded away as he caught sight of Nate's room. I turned to him, seeing him with the same shocked and terrified expression I had and began to cry harder.
"He's gone." I whispered. And the only thing I thought was that I never told him I was sorry. And maybe, just maybe, I was sorry for a lot more than last night.
A/N: And next chapter comes the big shocker that I'll bet one one will guess. So I've got a question and an announcement. So the question first. If you haven't noticed there have been slight hints at Shane liking Lola. This will come into play in later chapters. Should it be something minor, or major?
And the announcement. The story I'm co-writing with Brooke is now up. It's called Irreplaceable and there is a link to it in my profile. Please, please check it out. Ps. Its the same style as my other two HM stories, where the POV changes. Pss. I write Joe's POV.
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