MY STORY MEETS YOURS//ongoing

Chapter 22

Blair Adams

Entering the house i was bombarded by Abby. She was running around in complete havoc, crying and all flushed.

"Abby! Are you okay?" i questioned in a panic.

"OLIVIA RODRIGO IS GOING ON TOUR!" she exclaimed.

"OMG! Thats insane. Did you get tickets? when do they come out - the tour dates. I wanna go" I bombarded her with questions left right and center as we headed down for the crunch in the living room to check both of our questions.

She and I giggled away at the reactions on twitter and TikTok until i was sunken by a bigger body placing itself next to me. I turn around to see Elliot Rosen-Black dressed up in his usual blue washed jeans and plain white t-shirt dripping over his body was a oversized red and blue jersey. The man was mansplaining... I mean that says it all.

Turning away from the hockey player and back to Abby's phone to scramble some bits of change to cover the costs of how expensive the tickets are. Finding no hope Abby asked if I wanted something to drink...

"Diet Coke, Pleaseeeeee," i replied. My peripheral vision had an enormous blonde fur ball heading my way. I turned to see Elliot Rosen-Black staring at me.

"You like diet coke?" he asked.

"I love it. I'm not allowed it at home cause I drink so much of it," I replied.

"I have loads at my house, we could go there now and pick some up for you... and your family, if you want?"

"I'm okay thanks. It's really bad for me to have to much anyway..." hell no am I going to that man's house.

"You sure..." his words trailed off as he leaned in closer, his hands began to glide up my leg...

My head and shoulders moved away from his day drunk figure and pushed the guy away.

"What's wrong with you, dunk dick?" i exclaimed.

"uh-u"

"Lost for words are you, shame. Didn't seem like it before when you decided to grub your fingers around my thigh, maybe i should do that to your throat and see how you like it,". The room went silent.

"Blair here's your coke-..." Abby's voice trailed off as she walked into the room.

"excuse me dick. who do you think you are?" Abby argued. She threw my drink and her's into his face grabbed my hand. Pushing loads of people away we headed upstairs into Hannah's room.

It was beautifully decorated.

A pale pink touched the white walls staining it a blush tone. A circle bed hung in the middle of the room feathered drapes hung around the canopy, allowing for the mattress to become mysterious and hide those who choose to sleep. Many other things dusted the room, a dressing table, walk-in-wardrobe, a window sill and a small corner for thousands of books to decorate the shelves.

Abby took me to Hannah's library nook.

"What happened!" she exclaimed.

"He was being a drunk freak. He had never acted like this?" I questioned.

"Dunk words are sober thoughts," Abby told me... she right. Hannah rushed into the room.

"Honey are you okay!" she said patting me down and pulling me into a hug. A smile touched my face. I didn't think i willie be able to meet someone like Abby again they rarely come come in s lifetime, but i was very lucky, i got two.

"I'll be okay, don't worry- that's not who he really is... right?" i asked the words floating away from me as i knew the answer.

The doorbell rang.