Chapter 3

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by xoomadii

by xoomadii

|Madi's POV

"What are you doing here?" He asked as a slight smiled appeared on his face.

"I'm moving back." I stated, grinning a bit.

I will admit, after a year of being pissed at him, I was glad to see Bryce. I knew there would obviously be times were I'd run into him at school and, due to him being friends with Mark, at home. I guess it was time to forgive and forget, no matter how hard it'll be to forget.

"Do you need any help taking your things to your room?" He asked taking a step closer.

"No, thank you. I got it." I smiled up at him.

"Well, I'm here if you need anything." He chuckled before turning back to Mark and Jacob.

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I sat on my bed after two hours of unpacking and sighed. I wasn't even close to being done. For the past two hours, Haillie and I had been rearranging my furniture, or should I say attempting to. We kept on getting distracted by the song that came on the radio, school, and of course, Haillie's favorite topic, Mark.

We had only gotten my bed, nightstands, and dresser set up, which is the majority of the furniture portion. There was still my chest that sat at the end of my bed and bookshelf, but I can have John help me with that tomorrow.

Haillie had just left for some dinner her mom planned, so I was alone with three boys until my mom and John came back from work. God help me. I sat up from my bed and walked towards the door. I went downstairs. Mark, Bryce, and Jacob stood in front of a camera and were running around like psychopaths.

"Madi!" Mark yelled and ran towards me. "She starts with a 'M'! I win!"

"What are you guys doing?" I laughed as Mark jumped up and down.

"Doing the 7 second challenge, duh." Jacob replied and gave me an annoyed look.

"He's pissed cause he's losing." Bryce laughed and put his arm around him.

"Awe, poor Jacob." I pouted and poked his nose. I then walked into the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle and granola bar. When I walked back into the living room, they were all making funny faces at the camera. I shook my head and grinned, walking to my room.

I sat back onto my bed and grabbed my phone. Adam had texted me, along with a missed call.

From: Adam
Call me when you get the chance

I leaned against my headboard and clicked on Adam's contact name, preparing to tell him everything that had happened.