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BEFORE ANYONE COULD say anything else, there was a knock at the door. At Tyler's shouted command, the door opened and in came a tall blonde with gauges.
"Hey, Dakota," Tyler said, a grin lighting up his face.
"Hey," Dakota responded. His voice was surprisingly deep, but it also sort of fit with his look. He smiled back.
"Well," Ryder cut in loudly. His hands landed loudly against his thighs as he stood up. "I'm kind of hungry, so I think I'll go grab something from the vending machine." He sent me a pointed look. "You want anything, Skye?"
I took the hint to leave and nodded, leaning over to give Tyler a quick hug. When I noticed Dakota switching his gaze between us, I shook my head and smiled. Dakota visibly relaxed.
When we were finally in the hallway with a door separating Ryder and I from the soon-to-be couple, he huffed. "I'm not buying shit for you, just so you know. I'm not made of money." He started walking away, then stopped when he noticed I wasn't following. "What are you doing?"
I hovered in front of the window to Tyler's room, my curiosity getting the better of me. "Shh," I whispered, gesturing for Ryder to come here. He hesitated, then did as I asked. "I want to see what happens. I haven't seen the two of them together since the party, and even then, I thought it would take a lot more convincing to get Tyler to face Dakota."
"You're the one who went to Tyler's private spot? What the hell?" He glared at me when I shushed him, but lowered his voice regardless. "That's his private spot. You can't just barge up there like you own the place and—"
"I practically live there, anyway," I mumbled quietly.
"What?" He asked.
"Nothing." I shook my head with a sigh, then returned my attention to Tyler and Dakota through the blinds. My eyes widened in complete surprise at the sight before me. "Holy shit."
"What?" He squeezes in beside me to peak through the blinds. I huffed as he nearly shoved me out of the way. Rude.
Tyler and Dakota were locked at the lips, both of them grinning like crazy against each other's mouths. Their hands wandered all over each other, and it wasn't until Dakota's hand started sliding lower did I spin around with wide eyes. Ryder immediately did the same.
"Damn." I stared wide-eyed at the wall on the other side of the hall. No way was I looking back through that window ever again. No way was I sitting in that bed ever again. "I swear to god, if they do the deed in there and I have to sleep there—"
Ryder abruptly snorted. When I sent him a glare, he started to laugh harder. "Oh god, you did not just say 'do the deed'."
Heat slowly rose up my neck and cheeks, and Ryder laughed even harder when he noticed. I crossed my arms and turned away, bottom lip jutting out as I pouted. "Shut up."
He shook his head in amusement and pushed himself off the ground. Before i could question where he was going, an outstretched hand hovered in front of my face. "Come on."
I raised an eyebrow and watched his hand curiously. My arms stayed crossed. "Where are you going?"
"Where are we going," he corrected, nodding towards his hand for emphasis. "And to the vending machines. I was serious about wanting something to eat."
I looked away from his hand but uncrossed my arms. "Fine, but I don't need to hold your hand to find my way there. Not every girl is head-over-heels for you, pretty boy. That is what I told you when we first met, remember?" I stood in what I hoped was an elegant fashion and brushed past him as he gaped. I tried to suppress an amused snicker.
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