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chapter 11: mine.

Hands on my body, I don't wanna waste no time,

Feels like forever, even if forever's tonight,

Just lay with me, waste this night away with me,

You're mine.

I ended up spending the rest of my Saturday playing PlayStation with Brooklyn.

Campbell kissed me.

Noah was mad and I didn't know what to do to make it up for him.

Jorja was probably lighting photos of me on fire.

I felt like Violet was somewhat disappointed at me too... for not hating Campbell? I think?

Everything was a mess and I really didn't want to bring more people into it. Plus, how could I tell them if I'm stuck inside this house. And how awkward would it be to tell this to someone through text? No, it's just a no.

On Sunday, I decided to wake up early and start doing my school work. My parents will be back from New York tomorrow and if they see that I haven't done a single thing, they'll probably just keep me locked in here for even longer. Which is not what I'm looking forward to by any means.

It's now lunch time and I've already done quite a lot of stuff. I'm really coming through with my productivity today. 

Brooklyn is still asleep. Of course, he doesn't have a month worth of school work to do in 5 days. 

One of the house cooks is here today. Her name is Meredith and she is the sweetest. I really don't know how she is here today. There's usually no cook when my parents aren't home. I bet they told her to spy on me. Okay, I'm delusional now. She cooks some mushroom risotto with salmon and it tastes delicious, so I just eat it with her.

She's very nice and I love to hear her stories about the years she spent learning about different types of cousines all over Europe.

When I'm done, I go back to work and by four, my concentration level has gone down by  thousand because the thought of Noah won't leave my mind. 

You know what? It's enough work for today...

I make my way to my room, laying in bed, thinking about what I should do.

I have no fucking clue.

Oh, c'mon Sky, it's not that deep.

I really want to talk to him. Explain why I ended up not meeting him after the game, why I pretended I didn't know him, why Campbell was so all over me. 

Hell, I don't owe him explanations but I feel like he must be confused about this whole thing, and I don't want him to. Maybe he doesn't even care. I mean, he did run away yesterday. Hm, either way, I'll feel better if I just come clean.

But how can I do it? How can I get in touch with him? 

I can wait until Tuesday for practice and talk to him then, but I really don't want this stupid, pointless situation to go on much longer. 

I just want to end our little fling in good terms because I'll always be seeing him around and I don't want it to be awkward. 

"End"

Do I even want to end our little fling?

I mean... it ended when it started... right?

I don't know why I'm putting so much thought into something that up until now is nothing but a one night stand. Yeah, I really liked to be with him, and yeah, we did make out again on Friday, so there's that. But still, it's a bit unlike me to be giving it so much attention. But for some reason I can't help it.