Finding 4

Chapter 16

Callum

Why is she so annoying? Everything about her. Her personality, her annoying pretty face, and her annoyingly perfect hair. The way I can't get her off of my mind, and the way every time I see her I just want to be near her.

And now she's here, sitting next to me in that little pink tube top shirt, and her mini jean skirt, and her blonde hair curled down her back. How am I supposed to hate her when she looks like that?

Her phone chimes, and even though I know who's texting her, I find myself looking anyway. I watch as she clicks on the message, and a video pops up. As soon as she clicks play, my heart hurts for her.

I can see the way her face drops, and her body tenses up as she watches the video. Her mouth is slightly open as she stares at the screen, in complete awe.

She might be annoying, and I might hate her, but that doesn't mean she deserves to see her boyfriend and best friend sleeping together.

Deciding to do something, I reach over and gently take the phone from her hands, shutting it off. She looks up at me, and for the first time ever I see vulnerability in her eyes.

I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do. How am I supposed to comfort her? She doesn't even like me. It's not like I can announce to the entire car that Marley just watched a video of her boyfriend with another girl.

Before I can even do anything, the car comes to a halt outside of the large house where this party is. Everyone starts to climb out, but we don't move.

We just sit there, staring at each other.

"What's wrong?" Keely asks, poking her head back into the car.

"Uh," I look up at her and then back at Marley.

"Let's just go," Marley whispers, before climbing out of the car.

I follow after her, and Keely stops me, putting her hand on my arm. "What happened?"

"I..." I clench my jaw and look down at her. "Maybe you should ask Marley."

The red head girl sighs and then nods. I swallow harshly, and decide that I should just go. Marley doesn't want me here, why would she?

"Holy fuck," Niall says when we walk inside, his eyes trailing around the house. "This is like...the Buckingham Palace times ten."

I chuckle and then feel a small hand on my back, before someone steps in front of me. I don't even have to look down to know who it is.

"Hey!" Marie says over the music. "You made it."

I glance back at Marley and Keely, and then back at her. "Yeah...I made it."

"Come on," she grabs onto my hand and starts to tug me towards the kitchen "let's get drunk."

I laugh and follow after her.

What am I doing?

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My back hits the brick wall outside of the house, and her lips crash into mine. I can taste the vodka and cranberry juice on her tongue. My hands go into her hair, tangling with the brown pieces.

Her hands roam my body, and even when they graze my waistband, or when her hips push into mine, I don't feel anything.

I can't help but think about Marley, even when Marie tugs at the hem of my hoodie, or runs her hands over my chest.

Dont get me wrong, Marie is a catch, but she's no Marley Anderson.

Nobody is Marley Anderson.

They can't even compare.