Wild Hearts ( A Ross Lynch Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

Haley's POV

"Yeah, I know Ellington." I sighed. "No dating any of your bandmates." We both spoke at the same time.  He was annoying me. He saw Ross and I sitting outside and he started that thing about no dating and blah, blah, blah. He said to don't date any of the guys, especially Ross. And I still feel bad for spilling my chocolate in him.

"Can I go to bed now Ell?" I groaned. "Yeah, but remember what I said." he said and I rolled my eyes. "It's not like I'm going to date someone after what just happened" I said the truth.

"I'm not saying you can't date, just none of the guys, ok?" he asked. "Yeah Ell, I know, anyway night!" I screamed at how annoyed I was. "Night!" he replied.

As I made my way upstairs I bumped into someone and noticed it was Riker. "Oh hi!" I smiled. "Hi! I heard what Ellington was saying, he's really protective!" he replied. "I know, he's  over protective."

"Well, I guess I'm like that with Rydel, it's a brother's job" he shrugged a little. 

"Job?"

"Yeah" he smiled. We talked for a few more minutes before I bumped into someone else. "Oh Ross!" I exclaimed. "Hi" his voice sounded tired. "I'm sorry about what happened earlier." I awkwardly spoke and he put his hand on my shoulder making me feel alive. Weird.

"Are you sure, I mean I-" 

"Hal.Shhh" he smiled and messed up my hair. "Hal?" I smiled and he nodded. "My nickname for you, anyway I'll see you in the morning."

"Okay...night." I smiled as we passed each other. "Byee!" he replied as our hands met something weird shot through my arm it was like... fireworks.

As I walked into my room, I layed on my bed all I could think was...Ross... it was really weird, but then Ellington's words flickered through my mind.

"No dating any of the boys."  Pfft as if I was going to do it... especially not after what Kevin did. Was I a piece of nothing to him? What about Rose? my bestfriend, she promised me we would be friends for life, and then she was. Kissing my boyfriend. Was I another piece of nothing to her? 

Maybe I should've died, instead of my mum.

I hate when I'm thinking about this stuff. bad things about myself. I knew I shouldn't, but I just couldn't. It was hard.