Chapter 7

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Payton's POV

Why did she just blow me off like that? Am I really that bad? Or is it because she really is in love with my brother? I can't let that bother me right now... I have to win her heart...

I head to my guest bedroom, which is down the hall from a purple door. When I arrived there, I noticed all my stuff was unpacked and in place. The walls were painted forest green and had bed spreads that matched them. There was a giant flat screen tv and a whole bunch of game consoles attached to it.

Right away, I go to the tv and pick up an Xbox controller. I look around for some games. I see a book case full of games that I didn't even know existed! When I went over to the book case, I spied one that I played back home... Back in Oxford, England.

I wish I didn't have to leave there... I wish that Alex wouldn't have broken up with me and given me such a bad reputation I had to move to a different country... I wish she knew that the rumors that were flying around weren't true... Why won't she believe me? I would never sleep with her best friend-

I have to get this off my mind. I put in the game and the title screen came on.

"Really? Grand Theft Auto?" A voice said from behind me.

I turned around to see a female figure. She was tall, skinny, and had brown eyes and blonde hair.

"Lindsay!!!! What are you doing here!? I thought you were still in Oxford!" Lindsay was my ex-girlfriends best friend. The one that I supposedly slept with. She was a MAJOR slut.

"Well... I came to America- that's where Alex said you were moving- to see if you were ok... I heard the rumors and it hurt my reputation really bad, too... So I thought I'd seek a better life in America!" She said coming over and giving me a HUGE hug.

"But how'd you know I'd be at the White House??" I asked, wiggling out of the hug.

"You honestly don't remember telling everyone that your brother lived in America and is the president!?" She said, pretending like she was going to faint.

".... I must've forgotten..." I said, trying to remember the moment. "But anyways can you leave? I've kinda got something I was going to do so..." I gestured towards the door.

"Oh yea! Sure sure!" She said and looked at the door. "But before I go..." She ran at me and hugged me once more. This time it was more urgent. Then she leaned back, looked into my eyes, and kissed me.

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