Chapter Fourteen: Big Mouth

Trevor I rubbed the back of my head, watching as Celine left. I walked back inside to grab my stuff from my booth and checked out. I got into my car and closed the door, sitting and gripping both sides of the steering wheel without starting the ignition. I threw my head back over the headrest and huffed, knowing I should have just ignored them and left. Her reaction to my help coursed a pang of pain through me. "What had I been expecting?" I hissed. Did I expect she would appraise me for helping her out of that intense situation? Something in the range of "Well done, Trevor. Well done." I snickered at the thought. Celine was thorough with her reputation to act the cold bitch. I rubbed my forehead, tucking my seat belt in place. She was probably right. I couldn't figure her out. She gave off the vibe that she was hiding a vulnerability beneath her hard exterior, but she was closing herself so tightly up that it was hard to get through her walls. I sighed, having tho