Pretty Wrong Direction
Chapter Twenty Four
Aria's P.O.V
"Thanks for..letting me crash. And for driving me to the airport. And..everything." I whispered, looking up at Toby Cavanaugh. "It's what friends do."
"You didn't have to. I mean, what, with Jenna at home and everything."
"Aria, you girls have helped me more than you actually think."
"Toby, you can tell them where I am, I'm not letting them taking you away for.."
"Abducting you? I wish I had the balls to kidnap you." He laughed, and I looked into his eyes. I could totally see what Spencer meant about him. He had almost as deep eyes as Niall. My heart panged. Everyone would be worrying. Maybe I should go back...
"Don't think about it." Toby smiled. I reached into my backpack and lifted a book from it. I handed it to Toby, and he took it softly from my hands. He read the note on the inside cover. "We all need to get away from rosewood, Toby. I'm so sorry about what happened to Jenna, and I know I can never say sorry, but-"
He kissed my head, lightly, and I threw my arms around his neck. "I love it." He whispered, "Now go find your safe haven, Aria."
"Thank you, Toby Cavanaugh."
"Send me a postcard, Iceland." He chuckled, as I began to walk towards the gate.
"I will." I giggled, waving.
"Oh My God, Why are you talking to that FREAK?" I heard a voice behind me. I turned, and furrowed my eyebrows. "You can't stop me going, Ali."
"I wasn't going to try." She grinned, "We're coming with you!"
"Toby." Spencer whispered, watching him leave.
"No. You have Liam, Spence." Hanna murmured.
"I know, he's just a friend."
"Let's go, bitches. London's waiting."
_ _ _ _
"Why are long flights so grrrr." Emily moaned, as we walked past the gate.
"Um, would this be a good time to say I want to go home?" I whimpered, and Alison rolled her eyes. "Wuss." She scoffed, hailing a cab.
"What's the adress?" Spencer hissed, and I shrugged.
"32 Victoria Way." Hanna whispered, and we all looked at her, getting into the cab.
"What? I memorized a letter I saw him recieve, okay."
_ _ _ _
We're back. This is sick. I don't want to go in.
"Don't worry, we'll just let Aria sit in the car while she thinks about Toby molesting his step sister." Alison said, and I finally snapped.
"You don't know anything, or half that story Ali, so I think you should ask yourself what Toby ever did to hurt you? And maybe I'm scared, and confuzed, but I wouldn't be if you hadn't have fucked up in the first place, okay? SO YOU DON'T KNOW THE HALF OF IT, SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
As I stood on the pavement, I looked up, to see Niall standing at the door, with a girl, who was about my age, and pale, and thin and blonde, and..beautiful. Her hands were intertwined in Niall's.
"Thanks for..letting me crash. And for driving me to the airport. And..everything." I whispered, looking up at Toby Cavanaugh. "It's what friends do."
"You didn't have to. I mean, what, with Jenna at home and everything."
"Aria, you girls have helped me more than you actually think."
"Toby, you can tell them where I am, I'm not letting them taking you away for.."
"Abducting you? I wish I had the balls to kidnap you." He laughed, and I looked into his eyes. I could totally see what Spencer meant about him. He had almost as deep eyes as Niall. My heart panged. Everyone would be worrying. Maybe I should go back...
"Don't think about it." Toby smiled. I reached into my backpack and lifted a book from it. I handed it to Toby, and he took it softly from my hands. He read the note on the inside cover. "We all need to get away from rosewood, Toby. I'm so sorry about what happened to Jenna, and I know I can never say sorry, but-"
He kissed my head, lightly, and I threw my arms around his neck. "I love it." He whispered, "Now go find your safe haven, Aria."
"Thank you, Toby Cavanaugh."
"Send me a postcard, Iceland." He chuckled, as I began to walk towards the gate.
"I will." I giggled, waving.
"Oh My God, Why are you talking to that FREAK?" I heard a voice behind me. I turned, and furrowed my eyebrows. "You can't stop me going, Ali."
"I wasn't going to try." She grinned, "We're coming with you!"
"Toby." Spencer whispered, watching him leave.
"No. You have Liam, Spence." Hanna murmured.
"I know, he's just a friend."
"Let's go, bitches. London's waiting."
_ _ _ _
"Why are long flights so grrrr." Emily moaned, as we walked past the gate.
"Um, would this be a good time to say I want to go home?" I whimpered, and Alison rolled her eyes. "Wuss." She scoffed, hailing a cab.
"What's the adress?" Spencer hissed, and I shrugged.
"32 Victoria Way." Hanna whispered, and we all looked at her, getting into the cab.
"What? I memorized a letter I saw him recieve, okay."
_ _ _ _
We're back. This is sick. I don't want to go in.
"Don't worry, we'll just let Aria sit in the car while she thinks about Toby molesting his step sister." Alison said, and I finally snapped.
"You don't know anything, or half that story Ali, so I think you should ask yourself what Toby ever did to hurt you? And maybe I'm scared, and confuzed, but I wouldn't be if you hadn't have fucked up in the first place, okay? SO YOU DON'T KNOW THE HALF OF IT, SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
As I stood on the pavement, I looked up, to see Niall standing at the door, with a girl, who was about my age, and pale, and thin and blonde, and..beautiful. Her hands were intertwined in Niall's.
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