As we walked in, Gunther looked very on edge. He was sitting on one of the arm chairs but he quickly stood up and seemed very defensive. “What is going on? Why am I here?” “Relax, you aren’t in trouble.” Colt said as he walked around his desk and sat down. Alec moved me to the other arm chair and
“Yes?” I asked. My voice was extra sweet. Very much unlike me right now. Even my eyes knew what he was going to say and I was happy. “Fine. I’ll do it.” “That’s the spirit!” I gave him a smile as he looked at me like I was crazy. “Can I go? I would like to get ready.” Gunther looked around befo
“Whatever makes you sleep at night. Either way, I am happy she is alive. I am going to make her wish she was dead.” As gracefully as I could, I walked out of Colt’s office. Alec didn’t follow me but I could feel his concern he had over my newly found coping strategy. People were walking around lik
As he got in, I just turned and looked out the window. I knew Alec wanted me to work through my feelings but honestly right now, I just wanted to punch someone or something. It seemed like forever before we even got there. It was like deja vu with the yellow caution tape. As we walked in, all my s
“Alec thinks I am pushing him away because I didn’t hold his hand on the way over here.” I knew I sounded like a brat but I didn’t care. “Just because it is easier to push your anger off to him doesn’t mean it’s okay and when did this problem start up again? I thought you were past that?” Colt loo
“Kristen. Will you stop fidgeting!” Emmy pulled on my hair as I kept twisting in the chair. We were currently getting ready for the Winter Ball and not once the last few days has Gunther or Zac got into contact with us. We had no idea what they were doing, who they were doing it with or how they w
“You look amazing.” Alec reached over and held my hand as we drove to the event center. “Thank you.” I couldn’t help but drool at Alec in a tux with a white tie to match my dress. “Looking behind you.” Alec nodded back. Turning my body, I looked at the back seat and saw a suitcase. “What’s thi
“Ice…” Colt walked up behind me and got my attention by nudging me. Turning, we looked over at him. “Time to start dinner.” The words were barely out of his mouth when the lights flickered, signalling everyone to get to their seats. Out of pure spite, we did not include Anthony and Ann at the he