Chapter 8

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I walked back slowly, letting the night's breeze surround me in my thoughts. I kept thinking about Trevor, but then my mind would swap to Max. Then, back to Trevor. It's like my mind was playing tricks on me that I didn't even understand. How could I even like Max? I asked myself.

I started thinking of all the reasons I shouldn't like Max and only came up with one, Trevor. I liked Trevor, sure, but I haven't even known him a day. There were so many reasons I shouldn't like Trevor, but only one for Max.

Then the reasons why I should like them. 

Max, He was the best guy friend a girl could ask for, he always treated Bailey and me like we're special, and he never fails to amaze me. He's smart, and funny, and everything a girl could wish for. If that girl wasn't me. I know everything about him, and I could go on and on for days talking about him, but then there's Trevor. 

Trevor, well..I guess I don't know very much about him yet. I know he's funny, he knows all the right things to say to me, and he's got those eyes. God, don't even get me started on his eyes. I could get lost in them forever.

I was so deep in thought I looked up to see that I had passed my dorm room. I walked back dreading what was on the other side of the door. I knew Jess was bound to ask questions that i didn't necessarily want to answer.

 I walked inside slowly and quietly, just in case she was asleep. I used the TV as a guide to my bed, trying, unsuccessfully to make it to my bed without tripping over Jess's things scattered about.

"Jess, you should really clean up your things before someone falls and breaks something.", I said frustrated. "And you really shouldn't wander in here at 1:30 in the morning while I'm trying to sleep" She said mumbling some other words I couldn't understand.

I quickly changed into some shorts and a big T-shirt, ignoring Jess's unwanted comments about me being loud. I got into bed and I heard Jess mumble something that sounded like "Thank God" but I wasn't paying attention. I was two busy thinking about Trevor and Max to notice. I turned over on my side and pulled the covers up to my chin. My last thought was of Max driving away, before sleep overtook my thoughts.

A/n Sorry guys. I know, this is a really boring chapter, but I had like no inspiration. 

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