The Good Girl's Bad Side

Chapter 50: We've got company

Chapter 50: We've got company

"So you're telling me that you're Haze?" Chase's dropped jaw fails to close.

"Yep." I answer for the tenth time.

"The undefeated champion?" Jordan asks. Again.

"Yes." I sigh.

"But you're... you. The nerd and good girl of the school." Chase states.

"Guys! She already answered your questions. Now can we move on?" Tristan demands.

"I still don't approve of you having a boyfriend, Hailey." Conner scoffs at me.

"And I don't approve of you leaving me, but guess what? No one got what they wanted." Sarcasm drips heavily out of my angry voice.

"I had to leave!" He raises his voice.

"Yeah, to protect me. Henry told me." I roll my eyes.

"He's not lying H-bear." Mason defends him.

"Don't call me that! Not anymore." I warn them. The nickname sounds so distant now, wrapped in a peculiar tone, hiding as a shadow in my memories. It used to love it once. A name that only my ex-brothers could call me. Now it sounds so empty.

Then out of the blue, a gun shot is heard above the loud party racket. We all ducked our heads incase a bullet passes by.

"Sh*t! They know we found her." Nick shouts.

"Found who?" Tristan asks.

More gun shots, and terrified screams of the party clearing out.

"I can't believe this! You were sent to get me." Anger seethes out of my red skin.

"We had to! Luther was going to kill us." James protests.

"You have to come with us, Hailey." Conner grabs my arm in a hurtful manner and I winced at the action.

"She's not going anywhere with you!" Tristan growls in anger, liberating me from my brother's iron grip. He gives Jordan and Chase a strange signal and they nod in response before going out of the kitchen. 

"Don't get involved in this, man. It's not up to you." Mason huffs his chest to seem threatening but Tristan's height still tops his.

"Run on the count of three." Tristan whispers in my ear and I nod.

"1..."

"2..."

"3..."

Tristan grabs my hand and we hurriedly slip through the kitchen doors and into the lessened crowd. Three men in suites with guns firmly gripped in their hands spot us and I recognise two of them as Henry's men.

"We have to lose them." I shout so that my voice reaches Tristan's ears.

"Closet!" He exclaims as an idea just sprang into his mind. "Follow me."

Like I actually have a choice.

He pulls me into a nearby closet blending in with the white walls supporting the roof. He quickly shuts the door and pulls a light switch to scare away the surrounding darkness.

"This is not how I imagined seven minutes of heaven with you." He tries to brighten up the mood.

"Only you, Tristan." I shake my head.

"Can I at least get a kiss while we're in here?" He sneaks his arms around my waist and a smirk steals his lips.

"Not now, Tristan." I whine while trying to push him away but fail.