Second Chances [On Hold]

Chapter 9

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“S-say what?” 

        “My childhood with Skylar Park,” he repeated, exhaling out a loud sigh that sounded like annoyance. I couldn’t help but notice the slight break in his voice when he said my name even though it was coated with irritation. “She’s my first lo—”

        I didn’t get to hear the rest of his sentence as I lost the basic capability to grip a damn cellphone in my hand. Before I knew it, it was crashing towards the hard-tiled floor with a loud bang. Christian’s screams filled the air, as he practically dove straight for his phone—food forgotten—but ending up missing it completely, and instead his body collided with mine. 

        I let out a small whimper when the back of my head made contact with the floor. Feeling the weight of another body on top of mine, I started wiggling my body, hoping for the love of God, that he would move, like now. Christian may be skinny, but he’s packing a large mass of muscle and right now he’s crushing my stomach with his upper body. If this was any other guy, I probably would’ve decked them already. 

        “Sky! What the fuck?” he barked, his minty breath blowing a few strands of loose hair on my forehead. “Why did you do that for!? You could’ve broken my phone! Do you know how important that thing is to me? It has all my contacts and my apps, and—”       

        “Christian,” I cut in, reaching up to grab his shoulder. 

        His halted, his face only an inch or so above mine now. “What?” he asked, completely clueless about the situation at hand. He’s still probably worrying about that damn phone of his. 

        “Get off of me!” I shoved him with all my might, causing his body to roll over twice.

        “Ugh, Sky! My phone!” he complained, digging underneath his back, blindly searching for his cellular device. When he finally produced the bloody thing, he scanned every nook and cranny for ten freaking minutes before he sighed in relief, deeming the phone not broken.

        I rolled my eyes at his attachment to the thing, before making my way over to the couch. Grabbing a donut Christian had brought me earlier, I took a large bite of it before throwing it back into the box. 

        “What the hell was that Sky?” he asked, shoving his phone back into his pocket. “Did he say something so upsetting to drop my phone?”

        “Hewantsmetowriteabouthischildhoodwithme,” I said around a mouth full of food.

         He automatically took a step back in disgust, scrunching up his nose in distaste. “Gross!” he yelled, holding his palm out at me. “Swallow before you speak, Sky.” 

        Sticking my tongue out at him childishly, I smiled in triumph when I saw his face twisting up at the sight of my chew up donut. He waited patiently for me to do as he instructed, before he asked me to repeat what I’d just said.

        “He told me to write about his childhood.” 

        “And?” He lifted up a brow, placing a hand on his hip. “What’s so bad about that?” 

        “What’s so bad about that?” I asked, flabbergasted. “Well, let’s think.” I tapped my index finger against my chin. “His childhood involved a certain someone. And that certain someone just happens to be me!”