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Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Comfort

I couldn't concentrate. They were bombarding him. I can't have my friend to myself anymore! I groaned out loud. They all turned to me. I was going through something and I needed comfort-something gaming can't provide. Sadly, my only source of comfort was being hogged by cheerleaders.

"Slut," said one of them, jutting out her chin towards me.

"Why don't you try to get in somebody else's pants, whore?"

"He doesn't belong to you."

Sigma was about to say something sarcastic when I turned away. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose and closing my eyes.

You are not a slut. You are not a slut.

"Skye?"

I opened my eyes to see Sigma frowning at me. I bit my lip, trying to hold back tears. Slut. What my father had accused me of being three days ago. My father thinks I'm a slut because I wanted comfort. Sigma stood up and walked over to me. His right hand caressed my cheek and wiped my tears away.

"How long have you been waiting here?" he asked. I shook my head and closed my eyes as the crying began. I hugged Sigma tightly and he sighed, holding me close and apologizing.

"Don't be sorry," I croaked. "This is all I need." He nodded and held me. The cheerleaders snorted.

"Attention whore."

"Shut up!" Sigma snapped. "Just because you want me all to yourself, doesn't give you the right to call her... that." I nuzzled his chest and smiled. It was nice to have someone stick up for you for once. I gasped as he pressed his lips to my forehead. He rested his on mine and I immediately relaxed with his hot breath fanning my face. I felt cold when he pulled away and lead me outside.

"Come on. God knows the last time you had fresh air," he chastised.

"Carry me," I begged. Sigma raised his eyebrow. "I'm tired. I haven't slept all night."

He picked me up, I wrapped my arms around his neck and he held my legs. Sigma chuckled, the vibrations from his chest massaging my head. I closed my eyes as we neared the door.

Sigma's POV

Skye looked so peaceful in my arms. She had supposedly fallen asleep a while ago, judging from her heart rate. I was sat down by a tree. I stroked her hair.

"I really do like you, Skye," I said, staring off into the distance. She stirred a bit on me.

"I know," she whispered.

My breath caught in my throat. I wanted to ask how long she had known, but she was truly asleep. Wow. She's cute when she's asleep.

Woah, did I just call a girl cute? Hold up. Hold the fuck up. Skye isn't cute. She's beautiful. She's perfect. I just wish she could be mine.

But she can't, and she won't. She takes the tournament too seriously.

She didn't deserve what they told her, and she didn't deserve how I acted. She had been tender about her father all weekend. All she wanted was comfort, but instead I didn't even notice her until she was insulted with the same word her father had used and started crying. I don't deserve her and she doesn't deserve me. She needs better.

I saw Austin and Ethan looking for me. They were best bros, and were in that group I was supposedly in. They both had short brown hair and sierra eyes. I waved to them and they sat down on either side of me. They were the only guys I actually liked from that group. Jason and Matt were just manwhores and Ryder was a different thing altogether.