Page 56 of Conflicting Lyrics

The mention of my last name has both of them looking over towards me.

My heart races faster, butterflies fluttering in my stomach at the sight of their stunning blue eyes.

I can feel the rest of the students’ eyes on me, their whispers wondering what‘s wrong with me, why I’m just standing there on the verge of crying.

Taking a shuddering breath, I thank my limbs for letting me move as I shakily walk towards them.

There’s an empty seat between the two of them, and I take it, feeling like I’m going to pass out from nervous excitement.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, voice cracking from my barely contained emotions.

I risk a look, moving my attention from one man to the other. “This is our class.” Brady gives me a casual shrug.

“What?” I ask in shock. “What do you mean?”

“We go here now.” Brady grins, giving me a wink.

“You didn’t think we were just going to let you go that easily, did you?” Gavin asks, my eyes darting over to his.

“Sorry, we haven’t called you. Had a lot to do to make this possible,” Brady says.

“Make what possible?” I ask, still in shock.

“Attending here,” Gavin says.

“You go to Calling Wood?” I ask dumbly.

“Yup.” Brady grins.

“But… but why? I’m done in less than six months. I graduate at the end of the year.”

“We know,” Gavin replies. “But we wanted as much time with you as possible. This seemed like the best way.”

Any normal person would think this is crazy, that they are coming off way too strong, and that I should be concerned.

But I’m not a normal person, and if I didn’t go running from finding out they were a part of an MC, I’m not going to now.

If anything, my whole damn fucking heart explodes at this information. They want me so badly that they are willing to go through all this trouble to make it happen.

“So, Lulu Carter,” Brady whispers, leaning in closer to me. He grins, raising a tattooed finger to tuck a wayward curl behind my ear. “Are you ready to be courted like you rightfully deserve?”

My lower lip quivers as my body threatens to burst from the amount of joy coursing through me. I can’t do it anymore; I can’t fight the good things in my life, and I won’t deny myself the chance at being happy.

I deserve it, don’t I?

So, I do one of the most terrifying things I’ve ever done in my life. With a shaking nod, I whisper. “Okay.” And take a chance on happiness.

The end. For now.