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The sun shines bright through the thin curtains, waking me up from my dreamless sleep. I'm really surprised that Mom has let my friends stay this long- it's been a two-day sleepover, now being the third. Leah's still sound asleep next to me, since this is a large, queen-sized bed, and Dior is gone from her mattress on the floor.

She must be awake, probably watching TV. I'm thirsty anyway, so I'll get up and grab water, or maybe sneak some pop.

I quietly slide out of bed, making sure not to wake Leah. I head down the hall, rubbing my eyes. As I near the kitchen, I hear voices.

"I don't know, she's just so annoying. Like she's such a people pleaser, you know?" a voice says.

I hide behind the wall, making sure none of my body can be seen peeking through the doorway. Who are they talking about?

"That's a crappy thing to say, Walker. You're literally in a house that she let you into for multiple days, even though you basically crashed," a higher voice responds.

Oh. So they're talking about me.

"I know, I know. I just hate the way she-"

I can't stand it anymore, so I rush to the back door at the end of the hall and walk outside. I head down to the beach- hardly anyone is out except for the surfers, way out in the water.

Sitting atop a sand hill, I rest my head on my knees, wrapping my arms around my legs.

Does he really despise me that much?

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Walker

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"That's a crappy thing to say, Walker. You're literally in a house that she let you into for multiple days, even though you basically crashed," Dior responds, taking a sip of her orange juice.

I cross my arms on the counter, leaning into it. "I know, I know. I just hate the way she talks, and how her hair is so perfectly curly and long, and how she smiles and is so fucking good at laser tag-" I ramble, catching myself and stopping.

"You don't hate her," Dior giggles.

"What do you mean?"

"You like her."

"You're joking, right?"

"Walker has a crush on Junooooo!" Dior says in a sing-song-y voice.

I reach over the counter and put my hand over her mouth. "Shut up! Everyone will wake up and hear," I say, frustrated.

She rolls her eyes and I cautiously take my hand off her mouth.

"So you're not denying it?" Dior asks, raising an eyebrow and taking another sip of her drink.

"I am denying it."

"Say it then."

I scoff.

"I definitely, absolutely, certainly, undoubtedly do not like Juno Jackman."

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≪   LILI  YAPS   ≫

bit of a short chap for ya

Im thinking of doing a revamp on this story yk

like we gonna go aesthetic with images at the beginning like in TSE but BETTER

anyways I still don't have a finished storyline yet so tell me what stuff you want to have happen later on 

I'll do it no balls

I have camp this week so we'll see how often I update and if I actually get my next book out

(NOT PROOFREAD)

XXX