Adopted by Pentatonix (#Power10)

Chapter 34

This chapter is dedicated to PinkPapia because she always leave nice comments on my book and I'm even a character in her book. Please go check it out!

Just to clarify:
I = Her thoughts
B = Well... You'll see.

In advance, I'm sorry.

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Recap:
"I'm glad you're still in contact with Kamryn," Kirstie says and I notice a glint in her eyes.

I wonder what that's for.

I ignore it, like I ignore a lot of things, and smile.

"Well, I know when to leave," Scott says and walks across the hall to his room.

"Goodnight.... Morning Skylar," Mitch corrects himself and leaves, along with everyone else after saying bye.

"Happy New Year!" They all call before leaving.

I fall asleep at around 3:00am thinking about a certain black haired boy with a lip ring.

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{1st January, 2016. Holy shit. I'm gonna have to get used to writing that, aren't I? >.<}

I get up in the morning wearing a grin.

Well, maybe not literally. I get up with a very attractive snort and groan, rolling over to stop the alarm blaring from my phone. Around three minutes later I grin.

Everyone's going to have hangovers.

I jump out of bed, get dressed into a Melanie Martinez sweater, leggings covered in cute bumblebees and these shoes that I ordered from Australia - Ugg boots. They're really fluffy and I'm in love. I grab my phone, start playing BVB music -Knives and Pens, to be exact- really loudly and exit my room. Immediately I can hear Scott stirring in his room. I start to sing, well scream, along with the lyrics and everyone in a 1000 mile radius groans.

"Skylar!" A synchronised moan echoes around the house and I laugh.

"Happy New Year guys!" I yell. Suddenly deciding to be nice, I turn BVB off and put AC/DC on.

Wait, did I say nice?

Oops >:-)

"Skylar!" They all moan again and I grin, doing a mini dance outside mine and Scott's door. My dance includes wiggling my shoulders and shuffling with my eyes closed.

I hear Scott's door open and my eyes open and I'm about to greet him loudly but I choke on my own saliva when I look up.

Yep, I'm that classy.

My eyes trail from Scott's grey sweatpants to his bare, muscly chest (which makes me blush a red that would make a tomato jealous) and up to his face which has a slight five o'clock shadow. His eyes are half closed and thank God for that or he'd be confused at my flustered state.

"Do you have to?" He asks and scratches the top of his bed hair.

Skylar. He's talking to you.