Sold Out (GxG) (Editing)

Chapter 69

Rose's POV:

I felt my stomach churn.

"W-would you mind if I just.. take the washroom for a second?", I slowly got out of the bed as the others surrounded my now empty place.

What justified this feeling? I was pissed, unknown to everyone and just overwhelmed in general. London was NOT the best idea.

Alex looked like she was trying but it wasn't helping? Question mark?

Imagine that these people have KNOWN you and you've made some fucking memories with them and you just fucking forget? Lose all memory whatsoever! I don't know what they know about me? I don't know who I was. I am a new person and I'm so lost!

I groaned into my palm as I heard them talking across the door.

"I feel like I'm the only pure-bred British over here", Nicky laughed.

Okay, so she's British.

"Pure-bred is such a stupid concept. Saying a certain person or type of person is purebred doesn't help the situation for anyone except you're implying that I am impure which is.. fucking racist.."

Alex fucking big brain though..

"Yeaaah, interesting concept.."

"Well, your mother was Mexican but you're so fucking British-"

"THAT'S behavioural! I can be very fucking British and not act British, okay?"

"That very well sounds like wot a Bri-ish person would say", Skylar mocked in a fake British accent.

"Oh, you fockin' cont-", Alex mocked in an Irish accent and everyone burst out laughing. I badly wanted to be part of the conversation but I knew as soon as I'd step in, it would be about me at once.

"At least, we are better than the filthy Americans.."

My eyes widened.

Alex defended.

Skylar mocked again, "FILTHY Americans.."

"Um..", I silently stepped out of the washroom.

"MY GIRLFRIEND'S HALF AMERICAN!", Alex yelled.

"GIRLfriend???"

"Oh shit", she facepalmed as she saw me.

"GIRLfriend?", I stressed on the word again.

"FIANCÈE, WHATEVER!"

"Ooohhh", Nicky teased.

"You guys are fun, sorry I was just getting nervous.."

"Hi, I'm Skylar, I'm Irish and I started a cult at the age of twelve.."

"What. A. Fucking. Introduction!", Nicky applauded.

I raised my eyebrows, "sexy.."

"LADIES!", Travis yelled from downstairs, "do we wanna lunch or no?"

It was a relief. Of some sort.

We walked down the stairs, the train being led by Skylar as she made herself at home, "Travis, do you still wish?"

She was more comfortable with Travis than I was. Was I the only person who was as clueless? Even Skylar knew my family the way I didn't.

Travis walked to the table, one hand tucked behind his back like a gentleman.

"If you do?", he spoke posh and pulled out a chair for her.

I squinted my eyes. ARE THEY A THING LMAO?

"Travis, are you a bottom?"

He went speechless and stared at me, awkwardly while others laughed.