two still had their clothes on as they made their way down the other end of the hall towards the slutty best friend’s love nest. Aiden stopped outside the emergency exit.
“Won’t it trigger the fire alarm if we open it?” I asked.
He shook his head. “The fire alarm will only be set off when someone opens the door on the ground floor.” He turned the handle and stepped into the stairwell.
Taking my hand in his, he bounced us down fourteen flights of stairs until we reached the tenth floor. It would have been so much easier if I could have just transported us to Ben’s front door, but because of all the cameras in the building, I couldn’t. The only reason Aiden could bounce us down the stairs was because the stairwell was camera-free.
We quietly made our way out into the hallway, then stood outside the door to Ben’s apartment, bracing ourselves for what they were going to say. Before I could come up with any more reasons as to why we should just turn around and get the hell out of there, Aiden gave three quick taps on the door.
My heart was pummelling my chest when the door swung open. Ben was laughing about something until he saw our faces. His expression immediately went to one of shock.
Once he got over his initial shock, his face lit up with a grin. “Holy shit! Where the heck have you guys been?”
He pulled Aiden into a blokey -bloke hug, then it was my turn. Ben wrapped his arms around me, and called out, “ Chels , come here. You’re not going to believe who’s here.”
A moment later, Chelsea appeared at the door. She lunged at me, squeezing me so tightly I thought my head might pop off.
Her initial excitement over seeing me for the first time in weeks didn’t last long, though. She was pissed. “Where the hell have you been? And why the hell didn’t you even say goodbye?”
I opened my mouth to say something, but she continued in her good old Chelsea rant. “You were like a sister to me, and you didn’t think I even deserved to know that you were leaving? All you left me was that stupid note. And I suppose you want me to say thanks for the car.” Her thoughts went to the day when someone had slipped a note under her front door. It read, “Sorry, I couldn’t say bye. Here’s the cheque I got from the insurance company for my car. I want you to have it. I’ve signed it over, so you should have no problems banking it.”
“Okay, so that explains why nobody went looking for me,” I said to Aiden.
"Whoever is doing this to you must have written the note.” Aiden said what I was already thinking.
Chelsea was still going on. “So where did you all go? No, don’t tell me because I don’t want to know. You can just turn around and go back to wherever the hell you two have been.” Her voice cracked on the last word.
Why was it that guys could just get over things so easily, welcome you back with open arms, not abuse you for not being there, but just be glad you’re back, whereas girls were the complete opposite? Girls would hold a grudge to the end of time.
When Chelsea saw that we weren’t going anywhere, she turned around and went back inside without another word.
“Come inside,” Ben said. When I didn’t move, he added, “Don’t worry about her. She’ll get over it. She’s been missing you like hell.”
Aiden and I followed Ben into his lounge room. The place was a decent sized two-bedroom apartment that he lived in with his parents, who weren’t home at the moment. One good thing about being able to hear people’s thoughts was that I always knew who was around without having to see them. Unless of course I was dealing with people like me who had put their damn mind blocker thing up, which was really starting to annoy the crap out of me because I still couldn’t seem to get the hang of it.
Chelsea sat with her legs up on the chaise part of the black leather sofa. As soon as she saw us, she picked up a pillow and held it in front of her chest. I felt so bad for