I shake my head and pick up my pace. I’m so not talking to him right now. If he hadn’t lied to Killian, then maybe… No, I can’t go there either. “I have nothing to say to you.” He isn’t the person I thought he was. But I guess no one ever is who you think they are.
“I’m sorry.” He grabs my arm.
I glance down at his hand on me, and my skin crawls. “Let go.”
“I only want to explain.”
“I don’t want to hear anything you have to say. There is nothing you can say to make what you did to me okay. You were supposed to be my friend. I trusted you.”
I jerk away from him and he goes to grab me again.
“She said back off.” Ben and Woodrow get up from their table in the back and tower over him.
“Whatever. You and Killian deserve each other.”
“You’re a real asshole yourself, buddy,” Ben snaps as the bathroom door shuts behind me.
I sink down in the dirty bathroom floor, against the wall by the sink and wrap my arms around my center. I have no clue what the hell I’m going to do. I can’t go to Paris pregnant. I feel like I want to cry but no tears will come. I’m all cried out.
The bathroom door opens, and Cassidy comes in. “Shit. You okay?”
I shake my head. “Define okay.”
“Ben and Woodrow ran Hunter off. I don’t think he’ll bother you ever again. They kinda threatened to tear his arms off and beat him with them.”
I laugh getting a mental picture of them doing just that.
“Come on. You don’t belong on this floor.” She extends a hand to me and I take it.
“Thanks.” I dust myself off and splash some cold water on my face after washing my hands. I’m going to be okay. I have to be. My hand goes to my belly.
I follow Cassidy out of the bathroom and there’s a poster on the wall for the drama club’s winter show. They’re doing Chicago. I smile. Chicago does sound good. Hayley has moved to Ben and Woodrow’s table. “Sorry. Is this okay? I know you wanted to sit up front.”
“No. This is fine.” I slide in next to her and Cassidy sits across from me next to Ben.
“That punk won’t bother you anymore.”
“Thanks for that. I appreciate you guys. He really fooled me. I thought he was my friend.”
“Asshole is lucky he’s already hurt, or I’d kick his ass for that shit,” Ben mutters and takes a drink of his beer.
“It’s okay.”
“Let’s toast.”
“Liri, you want a beer?” Cassidy tries to hand me one.
“No thanks. My drinking days are behind me.”
“One beer won’t kill you,” Ben says, but I shake my head.
“What are we toasting to?” Hayley asks and fills up a glass with beer from the pitcher in the middle of the table.
“To Paris?” Woodrow arches a brow at me, and I nod.
“To Paris.” They clink their glasses together.
“Who’s going to Paris?” I freeze and everyone falls silent at the sound of Killian’s voice.