Chapter 8

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After all that trouble Ryan finally left the room. "Now lets sleep",exclaimed Liza. I nod in response . I pull the blanket up my body and relax on the bed ready to be drifted off to sleep but doesnt happen. I want to sleep but my brain wont stop talking to itself. Questions like "why cant i just be free with Ryan, why is he so moody, why are they here" pop up in my head which make it difficult to sleep.
I close my eyes, take a deep breath and let my brain do the rest.



The next morning,
I wake up to an alarm beeping and buzzing everywhere. I get up to look for the alarm and find it beside Liza.
Am so surprised she didnt even hear it. "Liza"!. I exclaimed but she didnt budge. I leave her to sleep for some few minutes before i hop in the bathroom to take a shower. I stay in there for some time as the hot steamy water was gushing down my body relaxing my muscles. I was so lost in my imagination until those questions from yesterday flood back into my brain which is wierd . "I need to ask some questions". I say as i leave the bathroom. I wake Liza up cause Aunt Kay said today she has things planned for us.
Liza and i both curl our hair and put on some casual cothes. I wore a black sweatshirit with black jeans.

We all got ready and went downstairs
When Liza and i got downstairs everyone was there including Ryan and Khloe. It was like all eyes where on us. We were feeling so glamorous.
"Lets go" yelled Aunt Kayla. I was making my way to the car when someone suddenly stopped me . I turn around to see who it was and ....Huh it was Ryan.

"What are you doing"i ask as he pulls me closer to him

"This style doesnt fit you"he answers with a smile.

"So you stop me just to tell me this" i rasp out .

"Yeah but i didnt force you to stop"he stated. I just yanked my hand cause i wasn't going to let him get to me.
"Jerk" i muttered as i leave his sight to catch up with Liza.

"Are you talking to yourself" he questioned. I just nod my head and leave before he says i am crazy.

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