Chapter 80

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Heather's POV:

We pulled up in the parking of the pharmacy.

"I'll be right back," he said and left the car.

I watched him make his way towards the building and then I noticed two chicks come out of their car. They looked at him and smirked at each other, fidgeting and giggling.
Sheridan was in front of them and they walked closely behind him giggling and eying him. I felt something heavy in my throat. They clearly found him hot. Of course I got jealous. Sheridan was a lady magnet. But to whom did he belong entirely? That's right. Me.
The thought made me smile and lean into my seat. I watched them enter the building.

While I waited patiently for him, someone appeared and knocked at my window. I turned. Kevin. I rolled my eyes. He motioned me to lower my glass. I did so.

"Hey, darling."

"What do you want? Don't tell me you're following me."

"N– no, my love. I came to buy some medicine and recognised that idiot's car."

"Don't call me that and don't call him that."

"What are you still doing with him?? Sawyer told me y'all broke up."

Uh oh.

"Yes, we have."

"Then?"

"My car broke down not far from here. I was about to take a taxi when he spotted me and opted to pick me up. Couldn't refuse. After he buys whatsoever, he'll drop me home."

"Oh okay. Heather, I'm still sorry for my act. I promise, I still love you."

"Shut up. You bore me greatly. And if you still love me, why keep contact with Sawyer?"

"I'm not in contact with her," he lied and I laughed a little.

"So stupid. Oh yeah? Then who told you Ace and I broke up? You said Sawyer right?"

The beef was speechless.

"Heather, I–"

"See, you know what? I still care a little for your wellbeing and so I'm gonna ask you to leave now."

"Heather, please."

"Ace is gonna destroy your jaw with a single blow of his if you don't leave," I cut in.

"I'm not leaving until I convince you. Heather, I love you."

"Fine. Suit yourself," I faced my front and waited, "Oops. There he is." I smiled and pointed at Ace coming out of the pharmacy. Kevin swallowed. When Ace saw him, I could see his jaw clench at a distance. He made his way straight for Kevin.

"What are you doing here?" he asked in contained anger. Kevin was already sweating. I wanted to laugh so bad.

"Talking to my girl."

Oh shit.

"Excuse me??" Ace raised a brow and took a step towards him.

Uh oh.

"Ex! I'm your ex you idiot," I quickly said.

"My ex. And I have the right. She's not your girl either," he managed to tell Ace.

Ace looked at me and immediately understood that Sawyer had told the beef about our breakup.

"Just for the fact that you're too close to my car can give me a reason to punch you hard in the face and so, I'll be lenient and ask you to leave."

Kevin looked at him, then at me.

"Leave Kevin," I told him.

"Fine. I'll call you, Heather. I won't give up," he walked past Ace. Ace, clearly annoyed, entered the car.

"Don't mind him, baby," I smiled.

"How can I not? I clearly hate the guy now! So disgusting. A total loser!"

I put a hand on his shoulder and tried to calm him down.

"And when I think that you probably offered your good self to him, kills me inside. I don't even wanna imagine it!"

I held his hand.

"Ace,"

"What??"

His slightly rude reply made jump a little in surprise. He looked at me, realising what he'd just done and his expression softened.

"Baby, I'm sorry..I didn't mean to yell at you or be rude. It's just–"

I started giggling, surprising him. He frowned, confused.

"You're not angry?"

"No, why should I be? A jealous you makes you sexier in some sort of way," I laughed. He looked at me in disbelief.

"Wow."

"You didn't let me speak. I wanted to to tell you that I've never slept with Kevin."

His eyes widened.

"Serious?"

"Yeah. Maybe that's what pushed him to Sawyer. I've slept with only one person apart from you, and that was a stupid highschool boyfriend. Nothing serious. Since then, no one. I was sixteen by then. So it's only six years after that I had sex again. With you."

He looked at me silently.

"Now I feel stupid."

I laughed.

"Don't. I love you," I leaned and kissed his cheek. He smiled, reddening. He was so cute.

"I love you too. Got your aspirin. Now let's go home."

"Um, can we pass through KFC Chicken? I'm so hungry."

His eyes widened.

"Already?"

"Hello? I vomited all I swallowed this morning."

"Right. You have a point. Now let's go get you–"

"A bucket of chicken laps, French fries and a coke!"

"Woah. Careful on the food, bae."

"Hehehe, don't worry. I'm the type that never grows fat."

"Hmm. Well, let's go then."

Ace's POV:

Heather and I got into the restaurant. She sat down while I ordered what she wanted so we could take it back home. I paid for the food and collected the plastic bag from the counter. I walked back to her.

"All done. Let's go."

We held hands and just when we were at the door, about to exit, a man in a sheriff's uniform stepped in. Heather and I immediately recognised him.

"Sh– sheriff Bates??" we both asked shocked.

The man turned to us. It was the sheriff of our rural hometown when we were kids. Age had caught up with him, but not very much. He was still the slightly round, cheeky man with a mustache and his sheriff hat on.

"Yes? Do I know you?" he asked.
Heather and I looked at each other.

"Yes, you do," Heather began, "I'm Heather. Heather Welds."

The man's eyes widened.

"K– Kenneth's daughter??"

"Yes."

"Oh my goodness," he said in disbelief, stepping back and looking at her from head to toe.

"Oh my gracious goodness! Heather?! Oh oh oh!" he smiled and hugged her. She laughed happily. Sheriff Bates had been a friend to uncle Ken in the past.

"How are you??" Heather asked happily.

"I'm still alive, my dear. I still am," he then turned to me, "Sorry son, I didn't get your name. You are?" he stretched a hand out.

I looked at Heather then back at him. I shook his hand.

"Hello, Sheriff Bates. Long time. I'm Sheridan. Sheridan Wesley."

His eyes were even wider as he hurriedly let go of my hand.

"Excuse me? You said you are?"

"Sheridan Wesley. Paul Wesley's son."

The old man stepped back, shock in his expression.

"Son, are you aware that right now, you are claiming to be someone who went missing a long time ago and is probably dead??"

"I'm not claiming anything. I am Sheridan."

He looked at Heather.

"He's telling the truth," she stated.

He stepped back again.

"Good lord. How– Y– you went missing in those woods. How did you–" he was speechless and had turned pale.

"It's a long story. Please, let's sit down and talk."

He looked at me like I was ghost.

"You– you're not lying," he suddenly said, as if realising it himself, "I recognise Paul's eyes."

"Please, Sheriff. Let's sit down and talk."