Page 51 of Homecoming

Of course, the swarm of reporters waited. They always did.

I didn’t have the patience for them right now. I had to go and find Lola.

I needed to get her back.

“Ian, are the rumors true?”

“Ian, the news on the circuit is that you’re in negotiations with Donavan? Do you have a comment?”

“Are you switching teams?”

The questions were yelled at me left and right. It was pandemonium. I had no idea what they were talking about, nor did I intend to comment on it.

It wasn’t true.

This was a prime example of how things in our world got twisted. Someone saw me talking to Colton last night at the bar, and everyone jumped to the conclusion that I was jumping ship.

“Ian, can we get a statement?”

I sidestepped a man who was aggressively pushing a microphone in my face, and saw an image that had my heart racing.

She was here.

Lola was here.

I needed to talk to her.

I needed to get near her.

I needed…her.

Somehow, she was the only thing that grounded me. It was ridiculous since I had spent barely a few moments near her for the last week.

But the reporters were getting restless. They had a bone, and they were not letting it go.

In a blink, I was surrounded with no way out.

Suddenly, a hand reached between bodies and grabbed mine, pulling me forward.

Just like in the past, the touch of Lola’s hand in mine erased everything else.

“Come with me,” she said urgently over her shoulder trying to move away from the people.

Soon, I was the one that was guiding our way.

The only thought in my head was to get her somewhere private.

I took her to my room, at the back of the garage. She stood in the middle, staring at my sensor hung on the wall.

“Lola,” my voice broke.

I didn’t know what to say.

How could I possibly apologize for what I’ve done?

I had accused her of betraying me, when in fact I was the one who’d done the betrayal.

I hadn’t believed enough in her, in us, to stop and think. I’d jumped to the conclusion and ran with it.