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- Prologue!,(:
- Chapter One!,(:
- Chapter Two!,(:
- Chapter Three!,(:
- Chapter Four!,(:
- Chapter Five!,(:
- Chapter Six!,(:
- Chapter Seven!,(:
- Chapter Eight!,(:
- Chapter Nine!,(:
- Chapter Ten!,(:
- Chapter Eleven!,(:
- Chapter Twelve!,(:
- Chapter Thirteen!,(:
- Chapter Fourteen!,(:
- Chapter Fifteen!,(:
- Chapter Sixteen!,(:
- Chapter Seventeen!,(:
- Chapter Eighteen!,(:
- Chapter Nineteen!,(:
- Chapter Twenty!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-One!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Thirty!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-One!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Forty!,(:
- Chapter Forty-One!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Six!,(:
- Chatper Forty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Eight!,(:
CHAPTER NINETEEN!,(:
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“Why does she hate me?” Scarlet looked up at Spencer. “She just doesn’t like people she doesn’t know” he shrugged. “No, she just doesn’t like people, period.” Oliver corrected. “She likes me” Spencer argued. “She has to like you. You’re her older brother” Oliver said smartly. “I don’t have to like him!” Ivana shouted from the other room. “Mind your own business!” Oliver hollered back. “You’re lucky you’re cute, or I’d be whooping your ass into next week” Ivana’s head reappeared then disappeared out the side door. “I’ve always been cute. And you wouldn’t be able to beat me up, even if you tried” Oliver challenged. “Been there, not going back” Anastasia said, leaning against Oliver’s chair. “It was pretty bad” Spencer laughed. Scarlet looked at them, an eyebrow raised. Oliver just sat there, picking food off his plate and relaxing in the wooden chair like he was too cool to be in the same room as them. The way he sat, his shoulders back, his hair pulled over his face, his one arm extended forward onto the table-his fist formed against the marble next to his plate, made him seem like he was doing something important. Or just like those popular guys you see in the movies about high schools, and tons of other meaningless things. Oliver turned to face her, and she couldn’t tell if he was looking at her or not, but he was turned, his arm moving around Anastasia’s shoulders. She swallowed, and turned towards Spencer. “What do you mean?” she asked. “Oliver and Ivana tried to fight.” He stated. “It took 6 hours” Anastasia laughed. “Who won?” Scarlet looked from Anastasia back to Spencer. “I did” Oliver and Ivana said at the same time. Spencer laughed, “We don’t know who won” “Can I come in?” John knocked on the door, and pushed it open slightly. “Johnny!” Scarlet said, running over to him. She caught him off guard, and it took him a second before his arms wrapped around her waist. “Hello, John” Spencer greeted him, sitting back down in his seat. “Hey John!” Anastasia said cheerfully. “Whatever” Ivana said, sitting back down next to Spencer. “So now you decided to come back?” Oliver questioned her. “That thing,” she gestured towards Scarlet. “Isn’t breathing my air, so yes, I’ve come back to sit down.” Scarlet raced forward, and took in a deep breath then exhaled right in Ivana’s face. “Sorry” she said mockingly. “Be nice” John’s arm moved over her shoulders, and he laughed faintly. “Come with me, please?” Scarlet pulled on his arm, trying to get him to follow her. He laced their fingers together, and followed quietly. | +.+
“What’d you want to show me?” John asked, sitting down on her bed. “I didn’t want to show you anything, I just wanted to be alone with you” Scarlet moved up onto the bed, and laid down next to him. “Hmmm,” John said thoughtfully. “That makes sense, I guess.” “You guess?” Scarlet questioned. “So you would rather be out there with those strangers than here with me?” “No, no, I never said that” John pushed his hand under her back easily, and flipped her on top of him so he could look at her directly. “Ugh,” she put her forehead on his chest. “I’m tired” “Didn’t you sleep last night?” “Yes, and no,” she explained. “You weren’t here to keep my company in this place. And I had to get up at like 4:50 this morning for ‘training’ or whatever” she groaned. “Maybe I can stay the night tomorrow or something” John pulled his finger through her ponytail. “That’d be great!” she lifted her head, putting her hands on his chest and laying her chin in her hands so she could look at him. “You’ll ask right? Or maybe you could sneak in the window or something” “Like those terrible boyfriends in the movies?” John laughed. “Exactly like those terrible boyfriends” “I never thought I was a terrible boyfriend, though” John protested. “I never said you were,” Scarlet smiled. “I just said you should act like one, and sneak into my new room tomorrow night so you can keep me company” “That sounds kinda freak-ish” John smiled back. “I’m a freak.” She said dully, looking down at the fabric of his green polo depressedly. “I always knew you were a freak, but you’re my freak” John ran his fingers through her hair, and made her look up at him. “Yeah, thanks” she said glumly. “I find freaks attractive,” John said soothingly. He pushed his hands over her back, and she relaxed a little. “Besides, freak or not, you’re still the best friend I’ve ever had” “We don’t act like friends” Scarlet’s head rested on his chest, and she listened to him breathe to calm herself. “I think we do” “We act like we’re more than friends,” she murmured. “That’s why so many people think we’re dating” “I hadn’t noticed,” John sighed. “Not that it bothers me” “Of course it doesn’t” she laughed. “Would you kiss me, if I asked?” John said randomly. “I don’t see why not” Scarlet shrugged. “What if I didn’t mean on the forehead, or the cheek” “I still don’t see why not, I mean we’re just friends right? What would it matter?” Scarlet sat up, and pressed her lips to John’s hesitantly. |