Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love A New Friend

Skylar's P.O.V.

"Please, don't hate me!" I beg, holding a throw pillow over my chest as a makeshift shield. "I'm sorry, okay?!"

He glowers down at me, though his cheeks and the tips of his ears hold a light pink color.

He groans and drops down onto the couch, resting his elbows on his knees and dropping his head into his hands, moving his fingers pull and tug at the ends of his hair in frustration.

"Skylar, I hate you so fucking much right now."

I stick out my bottom lip in a pout, lowering my pillow and sitting tentatively beside the irritated boy.

"I'm sorry, Axel, but she was about to cry and I-"

"What? Why? Is she upset with me? I never wanted to upset her, I just didn't know wha-"

"You didn't do anything. That's the problem. She was waiting for a text, or a call, or at least something to signify that you were the slightest bit interested in her after the dance. She really likes you, Axel."

He sighs, leaning back and letting the couch cushions swallow a good amount of his body.

His hands cover his face as he speaks softly through the space between his palms. "I like her, too." He almost whispers.

I smile, gently pulling his fingers away from his face. "I know you do, Axel. Now, she does, too."

He looks at me with another glare, but it's no where near as harsh, now. "You shouldn't have told her."

I smile wider. "Probably not, but I did, and you should've seen how excited she got over it. When she comes over here after school tomorrow, you two can talk properly and sort all of this couple business out for yourselves."

"Tomorrow?" He asks, in a tone that I can't quite decipher right away.

It sounds completely terrified, but also shocked, and even excited. His voice alone lets me know that there are hundreds of different thoughts running through the his head as he anticipates what is yet to come.

"She wanted to come today, so be happy about the fact that I managed to push it back at least that much. You really don't need to do your hair and crap, she doesn't care, but I know you will want to." I say

He nods his head slowly, staring absently at the ceiling as though I had just given him a detailed description of the meaning of life.

He blows out a long, slow breath before blinking hard and shaking his head. He looks at me for a moment, then narrows his eyes.

"Are you ever going to tell me what Spencer had smuggled upstairs in that duffel bag while you distracted me with that stupid story about the seagulls? It looked to be a bit big for a souvenir from your bonding day."

My eyes widen, my lips folding into my mouth as I think of what I could possibly respond without blowing my cover or sounding like a psychopath who needs to be committed to the nearest mental institute as soon as possible.

"Oh! Uhm... Er..."

"Princess! I saw my car in the driveway, you home?"

I jump at the sound of his voice, followed by the noise he creates when he closes the front door quickly. I sigh in relief, knowing that I've put off the inevitable interrogation for a few more minutes.

"Yeah! I'm in here!" I shout, a bit too eagerly.

I laugh nervously, smiling far too happily as Axel narrows his eyes at me. Thankfully, Grayson appears in the room only a couple of seconds after my near-desperate call.