Ghost Of You *SLOW UPDATES*

Chapter 3

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I would love to thank the few people that have read this story after I posted it a short time ago, and I love the support from a fellow author (Lukeypooh96), you are a legend!

The picture above is the outfit in which Shayla wears in this chapter (I made it myself).

So, without further delay, enjoy Chapter 3!!

Love,
Connoisseur of Fine Art xx

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The walk back to my bedroom felt far too long and far to strenuous. The tears threatened to spill and thank the lord no one was around to see them leak from my eyes steadily.

Everyone was still at the concert by the time I got back to my room and crashed down on my unmade bed and covered my face tiredly as the weak crying forces me to sober up. With a groan, I rise to my feet and walk across my room to my bags still sitting in the middle of the floor where I unzip them carefully and begin to unload everything.

First to come out are all my clothing items that I hang up in my plain white wardrobe that has been built into one of the walls of the room. Then, I pull out my bedding supplies which consists of a duvet cover, pillowcases and bed sheets, all in black and red with different lace trimmings. Soon after, everything from cosmetics to posters, books to electronics and a variety of posters of my favourite bands, are out of my bags and in their respective places.

Once I finished unloading all this from my bags, I hear a quiet knock at the door followed by a 'Let me in please' from a seemingly innocent Carly. I shuffle over to the door and swing it open where she then pushes through me and into my room where she stands in the centre and crosses her arms across her chest.

I turn back to the sheets strewn across my queen bed and almost groan in annoyance when Carly sits down on top of my covers and stares at me with doe like eyes.

"Why did you leave early?" She asks, her bottom lip pouting out slightly in disappointment. 

I huff out a sigh in reply and close my door before saying, "Not too into pop... Rock... Punk bands I guess."

"I'm calling bull crap. You're literally wearing a Led Zeppelin t-shirt and you were singing along to the songs." She says pointedly as I release a loud groan of exhaustion and crash down on my bed, face first into my pillow.

"Do you know how you can cover this up? How to make me totally forget you bailed on me at that performance?" She asks mischievously as she sits down next to me on my bed.

I moan out a 'what' in reply as she lets out an evil chuckle and says, "Come to tonight's welcome party in the conference centre. They've practically transformed this whole room for it and it's going to be hectic."

I don't reply to her request, so instead, I simply sit up and stare at my new coincidentally found friend.

Her eyes are bulging out of their sockets and her bottom lip is pouted out slightly as I roll my eyes at her and say, "As long as you pay for anything and you choose what I'm wearing because I am lazy as hell."

She squeals excitedly and immediately runs over to my cupboards and swings the doors open triumphantly. Whilst she sorts through my clothes, I walk over to the conjoined bathroom and begin to sort through my layers of make-up until I find my foundation and moisturiser which I lather on to my beige skin.

Carly then comes skipping into the bathroom where she throws a black bodycon dress with lace-up sides at me with a hot pink coat made entirely of fur.