Chapter Eight

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I'm feeling it coming over me, with you it all comes naturally. Lost the reflex to resist, and I could get used to this.” I Could Get Used To This by The Veronicas

The last place I wanted to be was at the resort with my family. Not only do I have to share the suite with Veronica, but I also have to introduce her to everyone. If Sky were here then I could skip that last part. The car ride there was silent, which was killing me. It's not like we had been fighting. Though we also weren't best friends or anything either.

I park next to a car I recognize as Kyles and groan. Why did he have to be here?

When we enter the hotel I walk up to the front desk, recognizing the guy as Nick. “room 24” I request.

Nick pulls out the keys and handed them to me, “thought you were dating a brunette...” he says

“we broke up.” I say, the words stinging each time I had to say them. Because honestly, we didn't break up. She just left with a hint that she was coming back.

I get into the elevator with Veronica, “so I should warn you that my parents gave us the honeymoon suite.”

“why would they do that?”

“probably because we're getting married in eight months.” I set our bags by the closet and flip on the T.V.

“what are the plans for tonight?” Veronica asks, sitting next to me on the bed.

“around four we'll go down and introduce you to everyone. Dinner is at six.”

“okay. Then can we talk about something?”

I mute the T.V. and look over at her, “what about?”

“your ex.” she says simply.

I try to dodge it, “Amanda?” I ask hoping she wouldn't realize I had more than one.

“no, the other girl.”

I look back at the T.V. “I don't think that's a good idea.” I say and just when I'm about to grab the remote and turn the volume back on she gets to it first. The T.V. gets turned off and the remote is tossed aside.

“Ryan, you need to talk about this.”

“fine. But not with you.”

“and why not.”

“because.”

“because why?!”

“just drop it Veronica.”

“no, you've been ignoring the subject long enough. Tell me.”

“no.”

“tell me why you won't tell me.”

“no.”

“Ryan, I've been respecting your decisions for the past couple of weeks, but this is getting too much. Do you want me to call Blake or Katie and get the answers out of them?” she pulls out her phone, about to dial a number.

“NO!” I scream at her.

“then tell me.”

I sit there, staring at the phone in her hands. She was going to call them and though Katie wouldn't tell her, Blake would.

“put down your phone. I'll tell you.” I give in. She smiles victoriously and sets her phone down on the bedside table. “what do you want to know?”

“I want to know what you're hiding from me?”

I take in a deep breath. “do you have any aunts besides Mary?” I ask. No point in telling her the whole cousin part if she didn't know.

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