Chapter #12: Promises & Birthday Gifts

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"Laurel, right?" I jut my hand out towards the blonde who was almost scary, she was so stunning. I slip myself away from the wall, trying to hike my shoulders up. I wasn't nearly as tall as she was. The throbbing in my head didn't seem to phase me, as I admired how stick straight her hair was.

Was it natural?

"Peyton. You're my boyfriend's roomate's girlfriend, right?" she shakes my hand firmly, making me flinch slightly.

"Yeah, that's me," I chuckle, taking in her high cheekbones and hazel brown eyes. "How's everything going with Asher, and the uh, baby?"

Small talk just wasn't my thing. And by the look she gave me, it for sure wasn't the right thing to say.

"He told you about the pregnancy?" she tilts her head, her eyebrows scrunching right above her eyes.

I nod slowly, trying to keep my cool. "Yeah, he did. He's a good friend of mine."

"He's also my boyfriend," she coaxes and I muster a loud laugh, shaking my head as I edge towards the door of the party.

"I didn't say I was going to bang him, Laurel," I sigh, licking my dry lips. "I also think you're his ex-girlfriend."

"Is that any of your concern? Whether him and I are offically dating or not?" she dictates and I frown.

I didn't know her, or how she was with Asher but I didn't understand her reasons of being so quick to judge. She reminded me sickly of Sasha, and the hatred I still had for Sasha was over the roof. I could never forget how horribly I'd been bullied, and Laurel seemed to have the same ways as Sasha.

But I wasn't one to judge.

She was far too stunning for her selfish personality. I wasn't feeling the need to communicate with someone I lacked to understand, so I push the door open with my back, the music blasting through my ears. I raise my voice slightly, hoping she could still hear me over the loud music at my surprise birthday party.

"I'm sorry Laurel, I'm not in the mood to be questioned."

She rolls her eyes, sticking her heel deeply into the floor, clunking it against the hardwood. My eyes quickly glance over her tight dress, which was beautiful as well, but surely not something you wear when you were pregnant. I was suddenly in my own bubble, and my heart almost jumped through my flesh as I let the door close once again, the music fading drastically.

"I like your outfit," I point to her black strapless dress, then meet her eyes quickly. "How far along are you?"

I knew I was manipulating her, and I knew how devilish that was of me, but I'd gotten the look I wanted to see all along.

And suddenly, all the light, the blood and the color was drained from her eyes, like she had a gun held to her head. My heart was beating slightly, and I didn't know why, but I suddenly felt weird. Everywhere. Almost frightened, when I realized exactly why she reacted the way she did. She took a menacing step towards me, and within the blink of an eye, I was shoved against the cement wall, my head hitting a small campaign poster in the process.

I was seconds away from screaming, before her devilish eyes were throwing daggers at me, and her hand was tightly held against my lips. I couldn't bare to open my mouth or speak, as my eyes were the size of saucers.

At this point, my heart was beating and I felt nauseous.

"I swear to God if you say anything to Asher I will fucking kill you," she quaked, her palm sweaty on my lips.

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