Dancing (NoahCraftFTW FF feat. Team Crafted)

Chapter 21

(KAYLA POV)

I didn't feel the same sparks as I did with Noah. What I felt with Caleb was different. It felt as if it was a burnt out light bulb. He wanted it to shine, but the light bulb of me didn't light up.

"Ummm. Caleb. I'm s-sorry. I don't--" I spoke but was cut off by Caleb

"I know. You like Noah. I just had to get that out before I lost my chance. Just remember though, I will always be here for you" he said right before he went up to his room. I stood in the living room by myself with the t-shirt he gave me in my arms. Well, what do I do now? I can't hang out with Caleb for at least a day, cause that would be awkward. How about Noah? Yeah that sounds ok.

I messaged Noah on Skype.

(CONVERSATION)

K- hey are you busy?

N- yeah kinda. Give me 20 mins?

K-ok

I waited until just over 20 minutes passed

K- are u good? :P

N- yeah sorry about that. I was recording a factions

K- it's ok. Call me?

(CONVERSATION END)

He called me and we talked for a while about how much fun the party was and how we both can only remember parts and pieces. I was talking to him about how I woke up in the closet when I got a text from Amber

(COVERSATION)

A- check your Instagram NOW!

K- why?

A- JUST DO IT

K- ok ok

(CONVERSATION END)

I pulled up my Instagram and saw I had literally ten thousand notifications. How did I not notice this before? They were all either 'so and so liked a photo you were tagged in' or 'so and so commented on a photo you were tagged in'. I looked at the photos that I was tagged in. There was the photos of our group at paintball and there was a lot of photos of me at my party last night. The photos at the party were of me taking shots, me dancing like a fool, me kissing a bunch of people, and finally me sleeping in the closet. The photos of us at paintball were from Mitch, Mat, Noah, Rob, Justin, Lachlan, and Palmer, but the photos of me at the party were uploaded mostly by random people from the party but the most famous post of me at the party was a picture of me kissing Noah. And it was by Mitch.

This was only part of the problem. The other part was the comments. On the paintball pictures, the comments were simply "who are they?" or "looks fun". But on the pictures of me at the party the comments were different, "she looks like a hoe", "my god that ugly bitch is drunk", "why are you hanging out with that skank", "why is that slut kissing Noah?", and the comments went on and on like this. One after the other the comments said harsh things. I was too busy reading them and almost tearing ultra to realize Noah talking to me.

"Kayla! ARE YOU OK?!" Noah yelled at skype. I looked at him and shook my head no. He then suddenly got up out of his chair and walked out of his room. About a few minutes later I heard Noah bursting in through my door and running up the steps to my bedroom.

"What's wrong?" He said as he opened my bedroom door. I showed him my phone. He took it and started skimming through the comments. Then he gave me my phone back and sat on my bed with me. He warped his arm around my shoulders and gave me a hug with his other arm. I cuddled into his chest and tried to lose the memories of the comments and the memories of my old days. I tried to let his warmth melt away those memories and take them away.

Emphasis on "tried".

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Sorry for the sad chapter