"Piss off, Jerome!"
"Have I mentioned how much I love your sweet talk?"
"And have I mentioned how much I hate you?"
Lyla Harris and Jerome Clarke hate each other. A fact that everyone at Anubis House knew, though they regularly hung out, and tried t...
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┌─── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ───┐ CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT: House of Realization └─── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ───┘
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Lyla was putting on Amber's makeup for the play, with an unusually bright smile upon her face. Ever since she had opened up to Jerome, she had felt a weight lift off her chest. She felt free, like she didn't have to hold all of these secrets inside of her, Lyla could be her complete and honest self without having to worry.
"Someone's very happy today." Amber commented, as Lyla finished up the green face paint on her left cheek.
The pink haired girl giggled, "I suppose I am." She agreed with a shrug, before moving on to the next cheek. "Any particular reason?" Amber wondered.
Lyla just shook her head, "Nope. Just happy." as she continued to do her friend's makeup. Out of the corner of her eye, Lyla saw that someone was watching her from across the room, so she looked up, locking eyes with Jerome.
The boy instantly gave her a smile, to which she returned with a wave. She watched as the boy bit his lip and then turned away, going back to his conversation with Alfie. Lyla shook her head as she looked down, her stomach suddenly feeling fluttery.
Confused with this uncomfortable feeling, which she was now becoming accustomed to, she wondered if she should ask Amber about it. Looking around the crowded room, she sighed, knowing she couldn't talk to her friend about it here.
"Hey, Ambs?"
"Hmm?"
"Wanna run to the bathroom with me?"
"Of course!" Amber said, immediately standing up and leading the way. Once they got there Lyla checked all the stalls making sure it was clear, before turning to Amber with a panicked expression.
"Okay, what we talk about in here is strictly confidential, do you understand?" Lyla clarified, earning a nod from Amber, followed by her pretending to zip her lips and throw away an imaginary key.
Lyla let out a breath before explaining, "For a bit now, when I'm around a certain person... Um, I've been getting this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. It swear, it feels like I'm going to die, and I need to know if it's real or if I'm going mad!"
"Ooh, who is it?" The blonde instantly asked, which only earned a glare in return. Amber shook her head, "Right, um... Can you describe what it feels like exactly?"
Biting her lip in thought, Lyla nodded, "Yeah... Err- It's like a fluttery feeling, I guess... And it makes my hands go all shaky, and sometimes, I swear I can hear my heart beating in my ears!"
