Never Fall (COMPLETED)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

"You can use my sisters bathroom. They won't mind. Plus all the girl stuff is in there." He handed me a shirt and some shorts.

"You expect me to wear this?" I looked in my hands.

"Pretty much yeah. Got anything else." He narrowed at me.

"I got my cheer clothes." I pulled my bag over my shoulder and bit my lip.

"So you're gonna be in a uniform?" He smirked.

"Apparently." I headed down the hall.

"Bathrooms that way." He pointed down a different hall way.

"Right." I headed that way. He shook his head and laughed.

It took about 10 minutes to find the bathroom, another 10 to figure how to work the shower, 30 minutes to get all the paint off, then I just stopped counting.

I felt bad for using his sisters bathroom, brush, blow dryer and stuff but I had no other choice. I stuffed my clothes in my bag. I pulled down my skirt but it was no use, it was short and it was made to be short.

The top was like a belly shirt and showed about an inch of my stomach(above my navel, so more like 2 inches). The skirt held onto my waist and stopped not even mid thigh.

The things our school makes us wear.

I pulled on my ponytail to tightened and left the bathroom. I almost cantered out of my skin.

"Geez Zane you scared the heck out of me." I went up to him and smacked his chest.

He chuckled. "You think I was gonna miss this opportunity." He smirked and looked me up and down.

He was still covered in paint.

"Let me go take a shower. You can wait in my room if you want." He started walking.

I shifted slightly.

"Better come on before you get left." He shouted.

I ran after him and followed him to his room.

His room wasn't at all junky. I guess cause he has a maid that cleans it up for him. It was your typical boys room.

Mostly black with a few spots of reds here and there. He had trophies and awards in cases. Ribbons posted on one side of his room. His bed was more like a swing than a bed. It didn't touch the floor, it hung from the ceiling by chains.

I looked at the photos on his walls. They were all in one spot so it wasn't hard. Some of them he was little others he hand long hair. He looked hotter with long hair. Some of them he was performing.

Each one he was with a different girl. Some noticeably younger than him, others the same age, others slightly older.

Must've been his girlfriends.

"Me and my sisters." He stated as if he read my mind.

"Huh?" I looked over at him.

"My sisters are the ones in those pictures. If you were wondering." He slipped on some boxers under his towel.

"How many do you have?" I sat on his bed.

"Well there's Amy, she's 2. Jessica, she's 7. Lauren, she's 14. My twin Gabby, she's was 18. Lastly Diane, she's 23." He pulled some pants.

"So 5?" I played with my skirt. He nodded. "Why did you say gabby was 18?"

"She was raped and killed not to long ago. They found her dead in an alley on the other side of town." He frowned and pulled on a shirt.