"We're the Magcon Boys."
"And we're the Dolan Twins."
"The fangirling will come in a minute." One of them whisper-shouted with a smug look.
"Well, surprise dudes!" I exclaimed doing jazz hands, and mock enthusiasm,"I don't like you people." I said...
Previously on this American Telenoval called Not Your Fangirl,
With a watery smile,"Congrats," I did jazz hands, briefly remembering our first encounter,
"You fooled me."
Chpt17: Something in Me Hurts
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"Marley, Marley. Come on," Cameron hurriedly came towards me as I passed by with my luggage. "Think this through. Hear us out at least."
"Hear you guys out?" My anger from earlier had calmed down. A sarcastic laughter came out. "No, you guys hear me out." Even after everything my mind still wondered where Grayson was, while I was glaring at them with him missing.
"Is it true that all of you made a bet of me?"
Matt spoke up. "The thing is it wasn't meant-"
"Answer the question."
Matt looked defeated, not wanting to answer he lowered his head in shame. Cameron bit down his lip nervously. Nash smiled at me nervously. Aaron he scratched his head. Ethan was looking everywhere but me. And Shawn, the most guilty looking here was him for some reason.
"We did." Another voice answered. My heart skipped a beat at the sound of him behind me. Flashbacks of yesterday slapped me on my brain.
Earlier,
One moment our lips were attached to each other's. The next we tried to talk, but we just ended murmuring against the other.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that." Grayson confessed breathlessly, learning his head against my forehead. The two of us having moved from the road, to the side of the house where the party was being hosted.
"Whatever I'm feeling right now," I started, glancing down at his lips and running down my hand on his chest feeling his heart accelerate. "I'm afraid for it to be a temporary kind of feeling."
His brow creased. Pouting at the thought. Then he chuckled. "I can assure you this," he grabbed me by the waist. "Is not a temporary thing." I questioned his actions, and before I know it he started twirling me around, squeals immediately leaving my body.
"Gray, stop stop! Drunk, remember? Do not, I repeat, do not want to throw up right now."
"Oh shit, right." He stopped, my feet touching the ground once again. Worried flashing across his face once again.
"Can we get back in the moment, though?"
He smirked at my question, chuckling a bit. "Is that even a question?"
