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chapter three. ( so who's bed?) XO BY EDEN ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
The night dragged on and Lyla became, surprisingly, more sober as the hands on the clock ticked. Her ocean eyes bored into the Johan Rojas unknowingly, occasionally taking sips from the bottle of water that she began to nurse almost an hour ago.
Though Lyla wasn't surrounded by a group of boring people, her interest of staying in the bar began to dwindle while the interest of her crawling into her bed and drowning in her comforter was more appealing.
The boy across from her waved a palm inches in front of her face due to her blank stare burning into his skin, "Is she okay, Brother?"
Brandon tore his eyes up from the screen in his palms at the mention of his nickname, glancing over to his sister — who began to rapidly blink from Johan grabbing her attention, "Nah, I think she's dead."
The blonde narrowed her eyes at her sibling, "I'm fine," She smiled at the Rojas boy before Brandon cut in.
"Look at my boy over there," The long-haired man placed his phone on the table, sending a nod over to Bryson in the corner. Lyla turned her head over her shoulder, noticing her new-roommate putting more attention towards the brick wall next to him rather than the blonde directly in front of him.
A chorus of loud laughs broke from the small group of men, similar to hyenas communicating to one another which eventually and unknowingly worked for Brandon, Johan and Alec. Bryson looked over to the loud commotion, his cheeks slightly flushing at the attention on him yet an annoyed expression plastered on his features.
Lyla let a comforting smile pull at her lips, silently letting him know she wasn't apart of their mocking antics. And he returned it before looking at the woman in front of him, mumbling a few words close to her ear.
"That's bitch behavior," Alec's smooth, monotone voice joked, lips wrapping around his beer bottle.
Lyla turned her head away, not wanting to invade his privacy too much like the others. Her eyes fell to the table in front of her until an arm bumped at her back, a few moments later.
She whipped her head, eyes coming in contact with Bryson's figure towering over her absentmindedly.
"Don't even," The second baseman warned his teammate's.
"The fuck was that?" Brandon laughed.
The blonde felt the sigh fall from his lips, the vibration reaching her back. He ran a hand through his chestnut locks, eyes dancing around the room looking for nothing in particular.
