Your's Only

Would You Believe?

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"What the flying fuck?!"

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-Skylar's P.O.V-

My eyes quickly darted to Zac, who had me gripped by the elbow and shoving me behind him; facing a now terrifying, angry and wet looking Miles.

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'Did I miss something?'

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"Go" Miles growled at Zac, fists clenched by his sides.

My chest was still heaving from that exercise make out with my ex.
Wait. Was Miles my ex? I mean we kissed and did things, but we never really spoke about a relationship.

I just kissed him and I'm worrying about the fact if he ever considered himself as my boyfriend?

Ohmygod

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'What the flying fucks wrong wid' you!'

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"And" Zac pretended to clear his throat to act tough. "Who might you be?"

"Zac" I pleaded, tugging at his arm and motioning for him to follow me back to class.

Ill scream at myself later about the fact that I kissed Miles.

"I asked him a question and I'm not leaving without an answer" He protested. I felt Zac's sweaty biceps pressure up under the grip of my palm.

This can't be happening

Zac quickly grabbed my palm under his bicep, wrapping his cold hands around it. "Who. Are. You?"

"Zac!" The rain was making it hard to get a clear vision of Miles' face but I knew he was on the verge of ripping Zac apart.

"Your worst nightmare if you don't get your filthy hands off my- her!" Miles grunted, furrowing both brows towards Zacs hand wrapped around mine.

I-Is he jealous? I thought to myself. He can't be.

"NOW!" Miles roared which startled Zac and I both. Before I knew it, Zacs hand unlaced mine and flew straight through his back pocket; rocking back on the heels of his shoes in the mud.

"Just to be clear, my hands were sweaty" Zac explained, coughing in a high pitched lady's voice.

Yeah right!

Miles smirked in satisfaction of a job well done, with a raised brow.

I. Hate. Him

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'You love him'

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I know I do...

Wait, what? No I DON'T!

"why are you here?" I finally asked, taking a few muddy steps closer to match his tall lean figure.

Why did I have to be so short!

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'You came out the wrong end' my subconscious snickered sarcastically 'or genetics'

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"I came to get you, so we could leave this place and talk" he whispered, averting my deathly glare. He sounded hurt and was very cautious of his words; I hated this sympathetic side of him.

"Cut the bullshit!" I spat. "you've had more than enough chances to talk, but you know what you are? AFRAID." I spelt the words out for him.

He thought. Both brows furrowing down at my height, eyes midnight black and lips wetly parted.