*Zane's P.O.V*
"Channing show me your wrists." I say grabbing her hand, she pulls away distancing herself from my reach,
"Na-ah" she whispers averting my gaze
"Please sweet cheeks I care about you" I say moving closer, she pushes me away and screams
"You have no fucking right to call me that only one person is allowed to call me that you bastard!" She runs out of the room into what I guess is the bathroom and locks the door. My mums and Channing's mum come running upstairs wonder what the commotion is.
"What is going on up here Channing only screams for two reasons, spiders and people saying certain things. So Zane what happened?" She says folding her arms
"I called her sweet cheeks and then she screamed at me that only one person can call her that." I mumble back
"Oh god no! You could of said anything but you had to say sweet cheeks" Channing's mum groans, she walks over to the bathroom door and knocks "Channing sweetie please he didn't know now please come out and talk" she pleads, the door unlocks and emerges is a sniffling Channing
"I'm very sorry for my out burst, it was lovely to meet you but I think I'm going to go to bed now. Good night" she says almost robotic like, she wonders to her door and leaves us in the hall way, confused. Mum ends up breaking the silence.
"It might be best if we go home, it was lovely meeting your family Carrie" she says starting down the stairs
"Ok then sorry about how the night ended. And Zane it wasn't your fault" Carrie says smiling at me and my mums.
*Channing P.O.V*
It's been two days since the dinner incident and he still hasn't left my mind. I sit at my desk staring at the one picture of him and me at the beach two year ago today, I'm so preoccupied that I don't notice the knocking on my window until it's shoved open revealing Zane and a large gust of wind following behind. "Channing I need to talk to you. Ok I'm sorry about a couple of nights ago, I'm not sure what I did wrong but I'm sorry and I want to make it up to you." He says walking over to stand next to me. I ignore him and continue staring at the picture "Channing please come somewhere with me and have a good time?"
"Fine. What do I need to bring." I ask wondering where we are going
"Oh just some togs your pretty little self" he says disappearing out the window. Oh shit we're going to the pit.
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