-Skylar-
"She said what!?" Delilah spit the leftover water in her mouth all over the table, Her face in the reaction of 'Awe'. I rolled my eyes, taking a quick sip of my tea, and placing it neatly back down infront of me, My hand covering the burning plastic to supply warmth on my cold hands.
"I told you, She said I should try and get Zayn back." I replied, kind've sounding quite obvious about the situation. The cool breeze of the winter air was surrounding us, Blowing Deliah's beautiful red locks around her face, While my brown curls flew wherever it could in the cold air.
"No." Delilah simply responded, Not second guessing her awnser. She looked at me with sympathy, her blue eyes looking like they were about to shed a small tear from the chilliness of the wind. Her pale face was now pink looking, her nose red with uncomfortableness from the coolness in the air. Frost was staining the glass of water she had sitting in her hands, while the clinging of Icicles meeting with the pavement were beside us. I'm rather surprised no one has noticed me yet.
"Pardon?" I asked, Surprised at her expression. Usually, Delilah would tell me to go for it..
"It's just.. I'm sick of you getting hurt." She stated, truthfully. Delillah was always like that. Always protective, honest, caring.. She's the one who told me to convince Zayn that everything would be alright with our feelings towards eachother.
"I Know..I am too.." I whispered, sipping on my now cold tea slowly, letting my gaze change between Delilah and a girl a recognized. Her blonde curly hair blew in the wind, And her dark makeup covered her deep green eyes perfectly. Her belt was hanging loose down her waist, while her light washed skinny jeans hugged her curves beautifully.. Jealousy approached me at how beautiful she looked. Delilah caught me looking, and shot a glance at me questioningly.
"You know who that is, Right?" She asked, Staring at me like it was obvious.
"Nope." I stated, Popping the 'P' and biting my lip out of curiosity. She looked awfully familiar, I just couldnt place my finger on it.
"That's Christina Aguilera." Delilah stated, Crossing her arms over her chest calmly, Looking as if she was trying to keep her cool, and sit there as if she hasn't seen her. "I knew I recognized her." I muttered, Not wanting to remember the scandel she had tried to make me apart of and brush it off like it was nothing. -Skylar Bennett, British rebel?- The headlines read, On almost every magazine in the world, Making me look bad infront of millions. "Do you have a problem with her or something?" Delilah asked, Suddenly becoming interested in my thoughts. The cool air was running shivers through my back, and the clacking sounds of waitresses heels were suddenly filling my ears with annoyance. My brown curls were becoming matted at the amount of wind that was blowing through them, And my clothes were suddenly not keeping me warm anymore.. "Yeah, Something like that." I Responded, picking up my empty starbucks cup and picking myself up, walking towards the garbage can with Delilah hot on my heels, Trying not to get noticed by the Christina.
"C'mon, Sky. Tell me." She pleaded, Trying to keep up with me while I practically sprinted towards the doors.
"Later." I mumbled.
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SO so so so so so so so so so so sorry that this is so short. This is the second part of chapter four, and it was realllllllly short. I'm so sorry. I give you complete permission to hate this chapter. I promise next chapter will be sooooooo much longer and it will be up tomorrow. I love you guys.
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Emily
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