CHAPTER FIFTEEN

SCARLETT'S POV.

The next day at school was a blur and before I knew it, the big guy and I were heading home while listening to Celine Dion again. When the car came to a stop at the mansion, I let out a huge sigh and grabbed my bag from the seat.

Seeing this mansion always did something to my insides that I hated. It always felt like chains holding me down.

"Thanks for the ride, I'll see you later," I threw a salute to the big guy and sluggishly made my way inside. After fixing up a plate of waffles Grace had made this morning and kept for me as I'd instructed, I took a seat and started to devour it.

On my third waffle, my phone rang and I jumped, fishing it out of my bag while trying to chew the rest of the food before answering. It was an unknown caller, so I was a little skeptical before answering.

"Hello, who is it?"

The voice had me going still, with the remains of the waffle almost coming out of my mouth.

"Hey, babe. It's me, Kev," Kevin's deep voice said from the speaker and