Paris and Eudora grew up in the home of the CEO of Jameson Inc and his wife, who were also known as their parents.
Although their parents were around, Eudora and Paris were raised by maids or butlers that would help them learn, whether it be academi...
I stepped out of the door, quietly closing it behind me and heard whispering before it went quiet again.
My mouth was agape in shock, my mind trying to process what I had just seen. Shaking my head, I came back to my senses and began walking away from the doorway.
I knew she was hiding something from me, but never did I expect something like this. Normally she told me about all of her drama; I wonder why this time was different?
And that didn't even include her talk about being in pain.
Why had she started hiding things from me- no, when did she start hiding things from me?
I frowned, sitting on the hallway floor, pouting. I didn't like how Paris was acting, I didn't like anything about the new her.
She was dating Ashton, (at least, if it was anything with him, I hope it's dating), in pain, not eating, and not even talking to me about any of these problems of hers.
I sighed, pulling my knees to my chest and laying my head on them. I'd never been madder in my life.
"If I'm correct about the rules," Zane came up to me, his voice radiating through the hall, "I believe you're suppose to come find us, and not sit in the hall."
"Leave me alone," I mumbled, my knees muffling the sound. By the sound of his movement, I'm pretty sure he sat beside me.
I felt an arm wrap around my shoulders before I was pulled into warmth beside me. "Stop being sad!" Zane spoke, making the word sad come out in a hilarious way. I smiled, before faking a pout and looking up at him.
"But maybe I wanna be sad," I spoke, trying to imitate how he had spoken the word. He frowned in return.
Before we both started laughing.
"Let's play video games and leave Ashton and Paris hidden," Zane bargained, standing up and pulling me up with him.
"Okay," I agreed, nodding as well walked to the living room, his arm across my shoulders.
For once, I was fine leaving Paris on her own, because it seemed like she certainly didn't care how I felt anymore.
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»Zane's POV«
"Ha! That's the fifth win for my team!" Eudora exclaimed, jumping up in triumph. I laughed, leaning back into the couch, noticing she was nowhere near her sour mood earlier.
"Maybe you should switch to m. team," Eudora said as she sat back down, sticking her tongue out at me.
"Maybe you should stop being cocky," I countered, watching as she started up the next round, only to stop when Paris and Ashton appeared downstairs.
