Twelve Reasons.

Chapter Seven.

Tuesday 19th September.

It had been a few days since the awkward encounter with Perri at Nando's, it had also been a few days since I had seen Sam or any of the other boys, I just wanted some time to process everything, how mysterious Perri was, was one of the things I struggled to process.

I was dancing around my living room to music, I wasn't a dancer like Sam but I loved to have a good dance. 'Everybody Knows' was playing, it was so loud that I think my neighbours had banged on the wall a few times, but I didn't care, I felt like everything I had felt over the last few days was coming out by my doing stupid dances around the lounge, using my hairbrush as a microphone.

"Your boyfriend is a douche-bag and everybody knows, your boyfriend is a douche-bag your momma told you so" I sing loudly. "I really think its time girl, you quit defending him" I shout, jumping on my sofa, dancing around without trying to fall off the sofa, falling over the pillows laughing. "You've got to let him go, your boyfriends douche-bag even his momma thinks so oh" I sing, jumping off the sofa. "there ain't no way around it, you really got to, know that cover up is sweet but phony got that candy coat, you try to make the truth look like your something good and you preform like his a star repping Hollywood" I shout, dancing around and flicking my hair laughing whilst I do it.

"Yo Em I can hear that from two blocks away" Sam shouts, turning the music off, making me look at him. "What?" I pant, out of breath from all the running and jumping. "He might be a douche-bag but the rest of the street does not need to know" He chuckles, throwing a pillow at me. I roll my eyes, and jump on my sofa. "You've got a nice house" I hear Perri say, that's why I realize he was stood there and I instantly regretted wearing a crop top with some short shorts, but then again how was I supposed to know Sam was going to let himself in and invite a friend. "Thanks" I mumble, pulling a blanket over my lap. "I haven't seen you in a while thought id drop in" Sam chuckles. "With a friend" I whisper, staring at the now interesting pillow on the floor. "I'm glad your foots better" Perri smiles, sitting himself down next to Sam. "Yeah, it's fine" I whisper. "Well, how about you get changed, I wanna show you this new flip were doing for the shows" Sam beams, he was so excited, I was excited for him. "Erm, yeah I suppose I can do that" I mutter, standing up with the blanket wrapped around my waist, feeling insecure with Perri being here, earning a raised eyebrow from Sam. As I start to walk to the door, Perri places his foot on the blanket making it drop, making him smirk as he looks me up and down, making me blush slightly as I run up the stairs, not wanting to meet his eyes.

I decide on some leggings and a different crop jumper, it was warmer out today and I knew the studio would be hot with everybody being in there. As I jump back down the stairs, as quiet as I can as I realize that Sam and Perri are talking, I stand by the door but out of sight. "Why did you pull the blanket dude?" Sam asks, chuckling. "I don't get why she feels insecure around me" He replies, looking at his phone. "She's an insecure person anyway, doesn't help that her boyfriend was cheating on her for months" Sam mutters, the anger in his voice was there. "Well his a dick then isn't he, she's a great girl" Perri mumbled. My heart stops in my chest, how did he know I was a nice girl? We hadn't spoken a proper conversation. "Yeah, well from your history with girls you can stay well away from her, not letting you fuck her up" Sam mutters, as I walk into the room, stopping the conversation they was having, it was weird hearing them talk about me. But now I was thinking about Perri's relationship history, was it that bad? But then again I didn't know why I cared, it wasn't like I liked him.

"We ready then?" I ask, as I walk in looking for my phone which was on the table. "Yeah, lets go" Sam mumbles as walk out of my house, the three of us walking to Sam's car. The car ride to the studio felt awkward, and I assumed that's because Perri was in the car with me and Sam, but I think it was me who was feeling like that because Sam and Perri were engaged in conversation about the upcoming tour shows they were doing, I was just on my phone going through social media, looking at how many likes and comments they were all getting on their photos, but I could feel Perri's eyes on me through the wing-mirror. I knew he was watching me, or looking at me.