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{Malia's POV: Back at The Bunker:}
It's been two days since the night in Indiana. Nikki was probably at her dad's. She's not talking to Me or Reed. It really fucking sucks not having one of your friends not talking to you. Not picking up your calls or text. Reed was at Chase's, as I was in my room watching Netflix when Bayard texted me, seeing if Nikki was alright.
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Getting up from my bed, changing from my shorts to sweatpants. "Am here. Oh shit, you're changing." I giggled as I saw him face the wall, "Good job Bayard." "Shut up. You could've given me an warning that you were changing." He said, scratching behind his neck. "Well I thought you like the view of my ass." I said as I pulled up my sweatpants.
"Yeah I do." I heard him mumbled, "What?" "Huh? Nothing.. I said nothing." "You guys are gross." Reed said as she poked her head into the room. "I've heard too much so I'm leaving now bye!" "We weren't doing anything! He came in when I was changing!" I said...kind a little too fast. "Huh uh. Sure. That's totally why you're not blushing." Chase pointed to my cheeks.
I covered my cheeks with my hands. "Shut up." I mumbled, looking over to Reed who was smirking. "Anyways, we're gonna go. See you two idiots later." Chase said, patting the top of my head and then kissed Bayards cheek, "Get off me dude." Bayard pushed him off with a laugh.
"You wanna go get something to eat?" Bayard asked me a few minutes after they left. "Yeah sure." I shrugged, walking into my room getting my converse then putting on my jacket, and grabbing my bank card, phone and keys.
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Once we got out of my car, Bayard wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I smiled at the feeling of it. "What do you want to do eat?" He asked as we got closer to the food court in the mall. "I don't know. I just want food." I said. It was true, just stating the obvious.
"I feel like a boyfriend asking their girlfriend of what they want to eat and she's like 'I don't know' and like they have a fight about what to eat and shit." Bayard said. I giggled, "Shut up. Let's get Thai." "I will not shut up. And okay. Go sit and I'll grab the food."
"Okie dokie. I'd like a number 7 with chicken. Thank you and love you, ima go sit." I smiled as I kissed his cheek before turning around and going to a table. Sitting down and pulled out my phone to text Sam because waiting for food is boring.
