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Figure 8, The Cameron's House BLAKE POV
"I just can't believe he said that to me!" Sarah yells at me, pacing back on fourth while I admire her ceiling.
"Hang on, catch me up again I wasn't listening, at all." I sit up and cross my legs.
"When John B came back to return our scuba gear, I promised him I wouldn't tell Ward, which I didn't! Then he come and yells in my face, and smacks my skinny-pop right out of my hand!" She keeps pacing and throwing her hands up in the air.
"The same boy you thought was cute, maybe 1 and half weeks ago?" I smirk and lay down on my back with my knees up.
"He's just a dick and I should've known from the start." Sarah rolls her eyes and lays down on the end of the bed, her legs hanging off.
"Then talk to him, he won't bite you." I suggest and sit up again to look down at her and wraps my arms around my propped up knees.
"Yeah, and I'm gonna give him the exact attitude he gave me!" She sits up as well and looks at me.
My phone starts ringing, I answer it.
"Yeah?"
"It's Kie."
"Did you need something?"
"Yeah, we got a full house at The Wreck and my dad says you're good at 'spackling'."
"I'll be there in ten, I'm at Sarah's right now."
She groans. "Not that bitch."
"Jesus Kie."
"Just be quick, there's literally only three waiters and very hungry rude-ass kooks."
"Cya soon." I hang up.
"Who was that?" Sarah asks.
"Kie, I've gotta go down to the wreck." I groan.
"I'd hate to have a family business, to much work." She sighs and lays back down. I laugh about and pull my shoes on.
"Cya tomorrow. Bye S!" I say while walking out the door.
