Everything He's Not

Chapter seven

The song to the right is from a book that I can't wait to read and I think the song fits perfectly with Sydney and Cash. The characters in it ARE NOT mine. They are just someone else's vision of what they think the characters look like from the book the song corresponds with. Sadly it's the only version of the song on Youtube so yeah :/

But do listen ♥

Much love, Nickymb!

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“This doesn’t even make sense!”

Miles flings himself dramatically on my couch, the back of his hand resting lighting on his forehead. His exclamation of the obvious doesn’t do anything but make me want to throw Othello out the front door.

Maybe, if I got lucky, my neighbor will miraculously have her door open the same time. Then I could throw the book right at the stereo that keeps me up all night with it’s dreadful, annoying screams.

“Can you stop being dramatic for one second?” I throw the book in my hand on his stomach and he lets out a small little uhmp.

“If we don’t figure out these questions then we can kiss passing this first grade good bye.”

Miles moves his head toward me, blonde hair falling across his forehead. His glasses lay askew on his nose and he doesn’t even try to fix them.

“Mind I point out Mr. Hottie with the rockin body is not here?” I sigh, making my hair go up with the effort. The fact that Cash Warren still hasn’t shown up is one problem I didn’t want to think about. We all made plans during class yesterday to meet back at my place today but, oddly, Cash didn’t seem to catch onto the memo.

Honestly, I don’t even know if I’m happy or depressed at the fact he didn’t show up. Which is so stupid. I shouldn’t even be thinking about him and his stupid tattoos and even stupider body.

Or the fact he went from hot to cold in a matter of minutes.

Or the sad yet startling fact that he made me smile more often than not.

No, I will not think about any of that.

“I don’t care about Cash. I mean, maybe he has band practice.”

That would totally explain his no show. Miles eyes brighten, as if what I just said is more interesting than the Othello book on this stomach.

Though, really, anything is more interesting than Shakespeare.

“And how do you know he’s in a band?” I try not to curse as I flick a piece of hair off my shoulder. Forening indifference,

I focus on the spot my hair was just occupying. “He sort may be invited me to one of his gigs.” Miles scurries off the couch making me jump in surprise. He rushes toward me, his hand on my shoulders.

“What!” He shouts in my face, making me flinch. He leans back a little and drops his voice. “Are you tell me you passed off hot groupie sex with Cash Warren? Are you stupid girl!”

He shakes me a little, emphasizing the crazy.

“No, no scratch that. You are insane. If Cash invited me to one of his gigs, you best bet your sweet aunt petunia's ass I will be there.” His fingers dig into my shoulder and I grind my teeth together, trying not to notice how he’s the one acting crazy.