Chapter Twenty Four- I'm Not Your Mommy, Little Kid

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A/N: I don't know if you've read this, but, I, myself, got confused between the names Hailey and Ashley, so while I was writing about Ashley, I accidentally wrote Hailey. So then, I decided to change her name from Ashley to Hailey. Therefore, now it's Hailey. And I hope I didn't confuse you too much lol. Anyway, here's a new chapter. Enjoy! :) 

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"Goodness gracious," Sabrina mumbles as she walks into my room, taking in the sight of my tangled hair

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"Goodness gracious," Sabrina mumbles as she walks into my room, taking in the sight of my tangled hair. "You need to do something about that bird nest on your head," she says.

I laugh, "good afternoon to you as well, Sabrina."

She gives me a look of fake disgust and plops down on the edge of the bed. "You look like you just woke up."

"I did," I tell her.

She looks at the time, "it's 1 o clock in the afternoon."

I shrug, "I was at Dylan's last night." I immediately regret telling her when she gives me a smug look.

"You were at Dylan's house." She repeats with a smirk on her face.

"We were studying together for History," I say, avoiding her gaze from the embarrassment I feel at her stupid teasing. Gah, now I feel bad for teasing Dylan like this.

"Were you two up in his room?" She asks, examining her nails. When I don't reply, her smirk grows in understanding. "Were you two alone?" She wiggles her eyebrows. "Did you do the-"

I throw a pillow at her, "oh my God," I groan in humiliation. "I hate you," I mutter as she laughs, her red hair flying over her face.

When she calms down, she purses her lips so she won't start laughing hysterically again. "Does he know about the dream, yet?"

"No," I say, looking at my hands in my lap. "I don't wanna die yet. And I definitely don't want to kill him either."

"Is he anything like the person he was in the dream?"

"Eh," I shrug. "He was super cocky in the dream. In real life, he's way too shy even say his name."

"Awe," Sabrina gushes, "how did you two meet?"

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