CHAPTER 8

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Skylar...

The next morning I woke up in a bad mood. Kaitlyn called me last night to tell me that they'd just landed. On top of that, my head was pounding as I dizzily walked to the kitchen to get something for the headache. It was still dark out so I was surprised to see a dark figure standing still in the kitchen. The moonlight seeping into the room through the kitchen window was blinding. I couldn't see who the figure was, nor did I care. With my dad back from Hawaii, there was no better time to die. Unfortunately it was just Paris. She was drinking something by the sink.

"What are you doing in the dark?" I asked in a low voice as to not wake up the others who were spread out on the living room floor like dead bodies. I opened the refrigerator to get something cold—preferably something that can cause a brain freeze. I  needed it.

"I couldn't sleep." She replied with the same tone of voice.

"Me too." I scanned through the contents in the fridge and settled for a bottle of cold water which was not at all close to the preferred temperature. Paris got closer to me after finishing whatever she was drinking.

I checked the freezer for some ice cubes or ice cream...

"There's nothing there." She said before turning on the light. "Woah! I didn't know hangover gets you this bad." She said in a sarcastic tone.

"You have no idea." I said before gulping down the cold liquid, giving myself a minor brain freeze. That'd have to do.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"Family drama." I said simply.

"That's what's got you like this? Seriously? Sky, there are people out there who have it way worse than you and yet they still enjoy their lives."

"Good for them." I said in the same grumpy voice. I understood what Paris was trying to say, but it didn't change how I feel about my situation.

She put her hands on my shoulders and turned me around to face her. She looked at me in the eye and said, "Listen to me. Your family's not here... so why are you letting them ruin your day like this? It has barely started and you're already in a shitty mood."

"You're right." I said simply. I mean she was right. They were not worth ruining my day over. I shot her a fake smile and finished the rest of the water.

"Of course I'm right." I threw the water bottle in the trash can and went back to the living room. Paris followed me and we sat on the couch. She turned on the TV, it's light blinding me, causing sharp pain to surge through my head. I put my hands on my eyes to lessen the pain. I leaned back on the couch with my left hand on my forehead.

"You want me to help you with that?" Paris whispered seductively in my ear. Her breath causing my neck to tingle a bit. It took me more than a second to realize that her hand was gently pressed against my left breast.

"You'd just make it worse." I replied with the same low pitched voice.

"I'll be gentle." She said as her hand snaked down my waist. I grabbed it fast and gave her a warning look. She smirked and focused back on the TV. I sighed feeling my body temperature rising.

"God!" I cursed under my breath as I leaned back on the couch. Paris kept caressing. My arm, face, then her arm wrapped around my waist. "You're impossible."

"Ain't that what you love so much about me?" I chuckled before resting my head comfortably on her lap, letting her faint heartbeat become my lullaby. I dozed off in an instant.

I woke up an hour later. The sun was already up and shining bright.  Everyone was still sleeping, including Paris. I freed myself from her chains and went home. Kaitlyn and my dad arrived pretty late last night so they were probably still sleeping. I went straight to my room, showered and then made breakfast— cereal. Angela was not in yet so there was nothing else I could have. Not that I'm incapable of making food for myself but because I prefer Angela's.

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