Chapter 8

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Together? How could she do that to me? She said she didn't like him. No, stop saying that, she didn't say that. I can feel anger and a kind of regret building up inside of me. But what do I have to regret? I don't like him anymore. Come on Sky, you haven't said anything for a while, act cool. Act cool.

"Oh cool"
"Come on Sky, it's me" he sits down next to me again "It's Nashley you're talking to! You don't have to be so strong all the time" I can't help but laugh
"It's fine, I'm fine with it. I think."
"Yeah, I thought there may have been something going on with them anyway"
"Yeah, they seemed cosy when I found them face timing each other before"
"How weird is that?"
"Very weird!"
"She seemed guilty when she saw Matt? Maybe she never told him that she was going to be here?"
"Maybe, I never have understood girls"

I open my mouth to laugh when a high pitched scream comes from the bathroom. Hayes comes running out with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. How is this boy 13? He's hotter than most of the 15 year olds back in Huntington Beach. I push the thought to the back of my mind and laugh at him instead.

"S-s-so c-c-cold" he stutters
"Oh sorry did I forget to tell you?" I say innocently, batting my eyelashes whilst trying to fight back a laugh
"Y-y-you could s-say that" he says shivering
"Awh Haaaas, come here" I say walking towards him with open arms "Let me warm you up" I hug him tight trying to warm him
"Hate you" he whispers in my ear
"Love you too babe" I joke
"Babe huh? I always knew you loved me"
"Yeaaahh" I wink letting go

Nash walks out of the room and into the bathroom. We look at each other confused as he comes walking out of the bathroom.
"You idiots didn't turn the hot water on to start with" he laughs and turns back into the bathroom "My go" he cheers as he shuts the door. I sit down at my mirror and brush my almost dry hair. I turn on the hair dryer as I see Hayes struggling to pull his pants on and keep the towel up at the same time. I laugh and bring all my hair onto one side. I struggle to get the knots out of my hair.

I feel a light kiss on my neck and I shoot a glance at Hayes who is stood behind me, watching me in the mirror. He holds a finger to his lips to silence me and then walks over to my bed, just as Nash steps out.

"You look like you've seen a ghost! What did Hayes try and kiss you again or something?" Nash laughs, not taking a notice of my growing horrified facial expression because of his words.

I look to Hayes who is smirking at me. What the hell just happened? And why did I like it so much?

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