CARRINGTONS'S POV
"I don't even know why everyone's freaking out anyway", Sommer says with a shrug while scrolling through her Instagram feed.
"Um of course everyone's gonna freak out, Sommer!", I say throwing a pillow at her which barely misses her head.
"Jeez I just tagged him!", she says throwing tie pillow back at me, "Great", she says with a heavy sigh.
"What??", I ask peering over shoulder, curios.
"I'm getting tagged in all these damn 'rommer' edits", she puffs as she throws her phone to the other side of the bed. "You must be feeling jealous,", she say with a smirk.
"Oh my God Sommer! I told you I DON'T LIKE HIM." I shout, playfully slapping her arm.
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Sommer was being incredibly annoying so I decided to 'quickly go to the bathroom'. As I walk past Bank's room I notice him taking a phone call in a hushed tone. Immediately seeing me, he quickly stuffs his phone underneath his covers rushing over to block his door way," Hey!", he says, panting.
"Uh hey....?"
He keeps on turning his head, looking at our surroundings.
"What do you need?", he asks not making eye contact.
"I'm just Uh going to the bathroom", I say slowly walking off.
Ricky slams his door shut and I hear a lock click. That's weird, a lock. No one in the house has a lock on their door, that includes Banks. Why did he have one all of a sudden? On top of that why was he being so distant and stubborn. Something was going on with him. And it definitely wasn't the Barley house legal drama or his clothing line. Something beyond that.
•••
Sommer went on about some café while I pretended to listen.
I wasn't really doing much in this house at the moment. I was still settling in, so why not find something to do with my time? I doubt Banks was actually up to something interesting or was hiding something juicy, but then again I had a lot of time on my hands.
