CHAPTER 13
Cheryl's POV:
I was naked and toweling meself off in the bedroom when Sarah came in.
"Don't you believe in knocking? I'm not dressed yet!"
"Since when did you care? There's nothing there I haven't seen before." She grinned at us, her eyes twinkling.
She sat down on the bed and watched us as I continued to dry off. She was talking about Kimberley and Justin's mini get away which didn't exactly put us at ease.
She was carefully observing my reaction, I could tell. I sighed.
"You know I'm not up for this talk.." I trailed off.
"Well Kimberley is coming here in a while. You better deal with this in a grown up way instead of running away. You don't know how much she has been complaining about your behavior"
The butterflies in me tummy seemed to grow huge dragon wings and flap around all over me stomach at the mention of her name. Sarah was right, I was running away because honestly I was embarrassed. It was common knowledge she didn't reciprocate even a fraction of me feeling, so what option did I have? It would just hurt to keep seeing her, hear her voice and know that I would never get her. She came to the Brits awards to support me performance and all I did was ignore her. But I missed her terribly, so I wore our ring, it made us feel closer to her, inspite of the miles separating us.
"It must be love" Sarah laughed, looking at me dreamy eyes.
"Yeah, but what's the *Ducking* point? She doesn't even fancy us Sarah"
"How do you know?" She countered.
I hedged. "I jus' know babe" By this time I'd dried off and had the towel firmly wrapped around us.
"A lot of girls would jump at the chance to hook up with Cheryl Tweedy" Her gaze lingered a little too long on me all too exposed cleavage and she winked.
"Well Kimberley is not most girls, is she?"
"No, she is not." Her tone was dreamy and intense. Did Kimberley have that effect on everybody?
"I'll be downstairs in a bit anyway," I said.
"What, you're not going to get dressed in front of me?" She teased, her eyes full of mischief.
I laughed and tossed me pillow at her. "Go away. Tommy needs a quickie I heard"
"Wear the biker jacket. You look smoking hot in that." She escaped out the door before I had a chance to throw the pillow at her again.
