The First Text (A Why Don't We Fanfiction)

CHAPTER 14

{Side Note- Sorry for the wait. Enjoy this kinda short chapter though :) Also, PLEASE tell your WDW friends about this book, as to boost up my readers again. Ily, the ones that have always read from Chapter 1💛}

"Okay Eli... truth or dare?" Jonah asks me.

I can feel my anxiety kicking in.

I hate these sort of games.

But I kick the bad thoughts out of my mind and focus on my breathing.

I can do this, that's all I have to do is decide to go with Truth or Dare.

"Ummm.... t-truth" I finally spit out.

"Okay......do you fancy one of us?" Jonah asks sincerely.

All of the boys look at each other and they smirk.

Zach looks at me eagerly and the others roll their eyes at him and they mock his innocence.

I think about the question. Shit. Do I?

I mean, I find all of them attractive but 'fancy'?

Nonetheless, that's all I can think about is Zach.

His face consumes my mind.

His voice is ringing in my ear.

And I can imagine his hands on my bare hips again.

HOLD UP.

DO I HAVE A CRUSH ON ZACHARY?!

"None of y'all...." I say but I look down at the ground.

"Now come on El, tell the truth" Jack answers me.

I feel attacked- everyone is looking at me and I just want to go back to the hotel.

"I-I don't feel good..."

I rush out of the room and I curse.

It was only one, simple question.

God sakes Eli, why'd you have to mess it up?!

I can hear Sara and the boys shout my name but I have a feeling that none of them will follow me.

I go up to the upstairs bathroom. And I lock it.

I lean against the locked door and I breathe but I can't seem to properly, because my throat is lodged and dry and I know what's coming.

I manouvere over to sit on the toilet seat and I break down and cry.

I don't even know WHY I'm crying but I do. All I manage is to sob fat, long tears.

It may be because of this whole Zach situation but it's something deeper, I know it is...

I sit like that for a long time and I just let it all out.

Feels quite good, if I'm completely honest, to let my emotions out.

Snot is clinging to my skin and my skin has gone red and puffy.

I am not a pretty sight right now.

I suddenly hear loud voices coming from downstairs.

And a louder chorus of voices joins in.

What the hell is going on?!

I feel like I've cried enough and I'm curious as to what they're shouting about.

I feel a dozen times better now that I've let my emotions out.

I look in the mirror.

Oh fuck, I look like a right mess...