I'm sorry if this chapter doesn't make much sense, I'm really sick so the pills are really making me bleggh.
I will edit it at a later stage if there are any mistakes.
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Chapter Six: I'll go get extra pillows, make a barrier.
Don't panic, don't panic. I kept on telling myself as I scrolled through the pictures on google. Finally finding a reasonably pretty yet believable picture of a teenage girl and I pressed send and held my breath.
I heard the other Troy sigh and the click of his laptop as he closed it.
"I'll take the couch." I told him and logged out of the site. He shook his head and said,"No, we'll share the bed," He brought up his hand to stop my protest," I'll go and get extra pillows and put them between us." He finished off with a 'now-shut-up-I'm-right' tone. I nodded my head defeated and got my pajamas before I went to the bathroom.
I pulled on my pajamas and brushed my teeth with one hand while with the other I brushed my hair and sprayed some deodorant, I really didn't want to smell all sweaty. The vanilla scent of my deodorant filled the bathroom and I gathered in the smell, it smelt so delicious, almost like when my Mom used to bake vanilla biscuits for me.
I hoped she was okay, with that sad thought I spat out the toothpaste and tied my hair up in a bun. Re-entering Troy's bedroom, I stood awkwardly and stared at the bed that was divided by two pillows going down the middle. Yet something inside of me was telling me that those meaningless pillows weren't going to keep Troy on his side of the bed, that thought on a scale of one to ten terrified me at a 8 and had me excited at about a 9.
"Which side of the bed do you want?" Troy asked, startling me.
"Uhm, y-you c-c-can pick." I sputtered out embarrassingly, since when do I stutter? Troy smirked and fell down on the right hand side of the bed, once he was comfortable he patted the unoccupied side. Taking small, hesitant steps towards the bed I sat down on it and pulled the covers over me.
"Goodnight, my love." I froze.
It. Couldn't. Be. Him.
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"Morning sweetheart." Trey smiled up from the paper that he was reading. I smiled at him and said a goodmorning.
I grabbed a apple and sat on a stool next to the kitchen counter, a few minutes later Troy walked in and the memory of this morning invaded my mind.
You know when you're in that half asleep haze and you fell warm and oh so comfortable, two warm arms was wrapped around me securely, holding me to a muscles chest. Using the best concentration I could muster I pried my eyes opened and most the of my senses come back to me, my leg was draped around Troys waist, crushing our lower halves against each other.
Before I could unhook my leg from his waist, his calloused hand held it down by placed his hand on my thigh,"Don't you dare remove that leg of yours, love." I swear, his morning voice was seriously the sexiest shit, ever.
The pillow barrier between us was useless, somehow during the night both pillows had ended up on the bedroom floor, Troy's hair was tousled, he had black sweatpants on that were gorgeously contrasting with his sexy pale skin. No matter how much I would like to have denied it, Troy was gorgeous and I was consciously becoming quite aware, that this morning, the sun wasn't the only thing that had risen.
I held my breath as he rubbed my thigh lightly and traced my spin with his other hand. Oh god, do you enjoy torturing me like this?
"I s-s-should g-get u-up." I muttered, trying to pull away from his embrace. Troy shook his head and rolled us around so that he was hovering over me.
"Yeah, you should," He murmured bringing his head down to whisper in my ear,"Just let me do this first." And he crashed his lips to mine.
My mind froze, what he is doing? Is he crazy? I struggled at first but Troy grabbed my failing wrists and placed them above my head. His lips left mine and he just nuzzled my neck, rubbing his cheek against mine lovingly.
"Please." I whimpered, I didn't like this Troy, I like my one. The one that was supposed to be in England .
Troy went rigid and immediately got off me. I quickly rolled off the bed and all but ran out off the room.
Sitting in the kitchen now, remembering that kiss was making me warm. Best damn kiss, ever.
My blushing face caused Troy to smirk and he told me he would be waiting in the car for me to finish my apple, he said bye to his uncle and he walked out of the kitchen.
"Bye Trey." He nodded his goodbye and smiled.
The ride was awkward and hot, awkward because of what had happened, hot because the kiss was all I could think about.
It was one of these moments that I would have to scale on a one to ten and this situation excited me about a eight and had me excited at an eleven.
I really had to stop using this scale thingy, I thought bitterly.
When we arrived at school and had gotten out of the same car everyones eyes were on us. I could literally hear what they were thinking. It probably went something like this; such a slut, going for the new boy already.
I shook my head, I seriously had to stop think that I was the centre of everyones attention.
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Lunch I walked into the bathroom only to stumble upon a crying Cynthia, I didn't know what to do, even if I did hate the girl at the moment I couldn't just leave her here, basically bawling her eyes out.
"What do you want?" She sobbed.
"Are you okay?"I asked, sliding down the wall, sitting next to her on the floor. She shook her head.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Joshua broke up with me, he cheated on me. He said I was never good enough for him." She cried, throwing her arms around me.
"He told me that he lied about sleeping with you," She sobbed into my shoulder, while I awkwardly patted her back," I'm so sorry I didn't believe you." She cried out.
"I will understand if you never want to talk to me again." She mumbled, pulling away from me to slump back against the wall.
"You must think I'm a pathetic excuse of a best friend." She weakly stated.
I nodded," You forgot bitch." I uttered my first words since she had broken down.
She got up and walked to the bathroom sink, she splashed her face with cold water. Her make-up was running down her face, making it look like a five year old with a make-up kit was let lose from a day care. Sighing I got up from the floor and dug a tissue out of my purse.
I placed it under the sink, wetting it before I turned Cynthia to face me, I started with wiping the mascara of her cheeks and then went to the smudged eyeliner beneath her eyes. The whole time she was staring blankly at the floor, sadness coursed through me, this girl, my best friend was in pain. I could sympathize with her, getting dumped was really shitty.
When I was done she splashed her face once more with water before she turned to me.
"Thanks." She gave me one last hug before she walked out of the bathroom. I stood there for a few minutes, staring at the girl in the mirror. She didn't look particularly happy but there was a new light in her eyes as if she was just told te best news in the whole world.
But I wasn't just told the best news in the world, my Mom had cancer, I was confused about the whole Troys situation, I was on the verge of killing Joshua with all the used condoms he goes through.
I was barley holding myself together.
I need to talk to my Troy and soon.
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