All Chapters of His Ego: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Landon looks up at me from the paper, eyes filled with a little worrisome but mostly guilt. My mouth was open, speechless as all I could do was stare off into the blank space. It felt like my heart had stopped.                          I shifted uncomfortably from my seat.                          For three years? Eight grand in three years.                          I can hear Landon turning towards me in his seat, the soft leather creating a soft sound of friction as he tries to make eye contact with me.                          "I can help you," he spoke up in the silence, voice soft as it'll ever get.         

"Isaiah?"                          Even though Isaiah has only been to my house once, I could never imagine my brother and some random friend of mine to just meeting. Colton doesn't even have the guts to come inside my house.                          I was utterly confused as all I could do was look back and forth between Isaiah and Austin. Fiddling with the strap of my bag, Austin motioned me to come sit next to him as I followed his little command.                          By this time, I didn't feel tired anymore. It was as if I snapped out of my lazy consciousness and regain a pinch of reality.                          "What are you doing he

I found myself being dragged down the same mall that Landon and I went to not too long ago; with a wild Isaiah tagging behind us. Sighing as I held my hand out in front of me, I acted in defeat as he pulls be towards random stores that I've never even heard of. I tried to convince Landon that Bella probably had something in her closet for me to wear, but he did nothing but hush me and explain how important and formal this party was supposed to be.                          Couldn't relate, it's just a party.                          "Just pick one, and let's go home," I whined, slightly tapping my feet against the floor as I see him dig through the few glistening dresses that were hung on the rack.                          He igno

                                         "Are you okay?" Isaiah asks me.                    We were both sitting in the seats of the very top level of the yacht. It was an open rooftop, we were able to see the beautiful water unbalancing against each other and the pitch-black sky that was only lit by the moon.                    It was about eleven at night already, and I was tired of everything that had went down today.                    After Charles had mentioned about my mom, I couldn't help but suddenly back out of the act. It sounded like the plan didn't go out as smoothly as we expected it to, and I was already too drenched in nervousness to

After the party, Isaiah met up with us one last time before coming to the conclusion that Landon should drive me home. It was already half passed midnight, but so much has happened over these past few hours that it felt like we've spent a year on this cruise.                    Austin called me a while ago, asking me where I've been and if I was safe. All I managed to tell him was that Landon, Isaiah and I were working out a plan to get help for our debt. He almost immediately gave in and decided to cover for me when our father gets home.                    There I was, strolling down the empty parking lot with Landon. The rest of his family decided to stay back in the ship – even when it was already parked, to talk about other business plans for their growing companies. It was quiet between Landon and I, but there was no sense of awkwar