Ruining Us

Chapter 6: Ice Cream, Sun Tan Lotion and Pillows

Hope you enjoy the chapter! Onwards!

.:Recap:.

"Shut up Danny," I said angrily. He continued to taunt and tease me, though.

"He couldn't get enough, and neither could you by the looks of things. Staring at his abs..."

"Danny," I warned, glaring at him seriously. He smirked.

"Admiring his body..."

"Shut the fuck up,"

"You're not denying it,"

"I wasn't staring at him!"

"Denial is the first sign of acceptance..." he said with a wink, then walked away, leaving me to ponder his words.

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Denial is the first sign of acceptance. Was that true? I sat in my - our - room, pondering these words. I didn't like Spencer. I couldn't like Spencer. I had Zack. Think of Zack. Soon enough, we'll be together again. Zack. Zack. Zack. Zack. Spencer...

I growled lowly to myself and stormed out onto the balcony. Why did I keep thinking about him?! Why was he worming himself into my brain?! Wormed, I corrected myself. He's already wormed himself in. I'm completely infatuated with him. Would Zack notice my change in demeanour? I was worried he'd take my feelings for Spencer the wrong way and that he might think I was replacing him...

Maybe I was, in a way. The feelings I experienced whenever I was near Spencer were exactly the same as those when I was near Zack. The warm tingling feeling, the feeling of being whole, the heart and breathing acceleration. Not to mention the constant thoughts; at school, I could only think about Zack, when he was there. Now I could only think of Spencer.

"Dinner's ready," I jumped, startled at Spencer's monotonous voice cutting through my thoughts behind me. I nodded and followed him out, going downstairs to eat.

Apparently the next day we would go to the beach, have lunch and then go out and about to see what was there. I knew the Richmonds had all been here before, and they were doing it for mine and Danny's sake, so I thanked them. We had a Spanish omelette for dinner, which was really nice, and then Danny and Eddie went out to visit their friends that they'd made playing volleyball that morning.

Spencer went into the living room to read his book so I went upstairs and plugged in my laptop before laying on my bed and starting it up. Then I logged onto Skype and grinned when I saw Zack's name on the list. I called him immediately and he accepted instantaneously.

"Jess!" he said cheerfully. "How's Espanola?"

"It's good so far! Nice beaches. It's really humid though, and we have to walk up a hill from the town," Zack laughed.

"Effort?" he asked, and I nodded. "So what's the house like?"

"It's nice and cool," I said. "Our room has a balcony!"

"Cool - our? Who're you sharing with?" Shit, I thought. I just let it slip...I wasn't going to tell him, in case he got too jealous or angry, but it was too late now. I didn't want to lie; relationships had to have trust and honesty, and it wasn't exactly a white lie. I sighed.

"Spencer," I replied glumly. His face became blank and unreadable.

"Right," he said stiffly.

"Zack-"

"Has he tried anything?"

"What? No! We barely see each other," I said. He frowned.

"I don't like how close you two are getting. I mean, I know it's not good to be jealous, but I can't help it..." he trailed and I grimaced.