Your's Only

Rocking it Old School

"Hey how come I haven't seen my best friend all day" Julia, or as I call her Jules, sneaks up behind me. Lacing both arms around my neck and giving me a tight squeeze.

"I was at the library," I lie. "Studying," an even worse lie.

"Of course you were," her warm, comforting arms unlace their way out as she stares at me with those Ivey, green eyes. "Sky, you should know me well by now, that I know you weren't studying... especially not in the library." she mocks, snorting out a little laugh, to bad I don't join in. "Kayden?" she takes a short, tempered guess. Dam she's good. Sometimes I hate that jules acts like she can read my mind.

"I jigged class, so we could talk," my eyes trail down to the white bed sheets, laying on my bed all piled up. "I can't do it, Jules. I can't break up with him."

"Then we'll do it the other way around," she adjusts a pillow between her thighs, crossing both legs.

"Huh," I dumbly raise both brows.

"He'll just have to break up with you, Sky"

"And how do we do that?" I interrupt without thinking.

"If you let me finish, ill tell you." she snaps eyeing my lips for any interruptions. "okay, you'll have to be very... clingy" her eyes roll around my room, trying to get better ideas to enter her mind. "Try and order food that's way, expensive and make him pay for it. Ohmygosh! Ohmygosh! I've got one, I've got one!" she shrieks, her hands waving all over above her red, plumed hair. "okay, tell him you want to take things... well the relationship further. Tell him you want to meet his parents! Guys hate that, and Kaydens a bad ass one, so he'd run for the hills if he finds out your getting along with his folks..maybe, Im not too sure" she falls back flat on my bed laughing. "Wait, today isn't he throwing some sort of special event, for special people or ...somethin' like that?" she digs her painted nails into her ruby, red hair.

"Yep, I'm not sure if I should go or not. I haven't seen him nearly all week, and I usually see him like, 3 times a day..or more." I whine, following her steps and falling back on my bed. My panda pillow pet, avalanches between my hands, squeezed above my breasts. 

This is too weird to be real. I mean, what did that guy care about anyway? Or, what did Miles care about anyway? What made him jump into conclusions like Kayden forcing me, or shit like that? I wasn't forced...maybe I was, but still doesn't give him any right. Who does the guy think he is? I'm not even sure if he goes to our school! He thinks he can act tough and cool, whenever he pleases? Well we'll just see about that! And how does Kayden know him, anyways? Why are these questions so hard, to figure out! 

A black pair of eyes is all I've been dreaming about, now-or-days. And I don't know what that means, they haunt me everynight. Those mysterious, inky eyes... who's eye's are they? Why are they the only thing I dream about everynight, since after the fight with Kayden and..Miles.

"Skylar!" snapping out of my controlling thoughts, Jules has gripped my shoulders shaking me back and forth. "Woah, I thought you'd died or became unconscious." she slaps my left cheek, sweeping me back across the bed...

Funny 'cause that felt more like a punch!

"Jules!" I growl, "That hurt like hell," I rub my left cheek, sweeping it up and down. 

'I'm sorry, but its been 10 minutes, and I've been trying to get your attention ever since. I even tried to jump on you..but I fell on the floor and broke my mini toe." she whines. "What were you thinking about, you looked dead?" I gasp at her words and roll my eyes at her baby blue ones.

"Nothing," I lie "So what do we do about..this situation?"

'Even I find your words,embarasing.' My subconscious mocks, interupting me.

"Okay, lets just go to the party. He invited you, and he didn't un-invite you so were going!" she shouts, raising both hands up freely in the room. "Quick what time is it?" 

Checking my silver, simple watch ,I glumly say "Were too late, the party started half an hour ago and by the time we get dressed, and drive over?" 

"So..," Jules smiles and gives a playful wink. 

"Were going aren't we?" I raise a brow, knowing her reply. "I hate that wink of yours, it bloody gives me the creeps." she throws a white pillow my way. 

"For your information, my wink isn't creepy." I sarcastically nod with a guilty smile tugging at my lips. "And were attending the party 'fashionably late'." she flips her hair away from her shoulders, and points her tongue. 

"Fashionably late, it is then"

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