My Double Life

Chapter 31

Skylar's POV

"Hey, what are you doing here?" I ask droping my bag on the kitchen floor and I walk over to him

He gives me a child like grin and says, "I came to see you."

"And my dad just let you in, no questions asked?" I arch my eyebrow

He slowly walks towards me and places both his hands on my shoulders and leans against my ear

"I guess he's warming up to me." He smirks

"Surprisingly, I'm not surprised." I walk around him and open the fridge looking around for anything appetizing. "My dad has a weird liking for the angry looking Gabriel kid." I smile, taking out a yoghurt cup

His forehead creases and he looks like he's having a silent battle in his head. I bite down on my bottom lip to prevent another smile from creeping out and walk to the counter where I hop on.

"I'm not angry looking!"

I burst out in laughter, the hideous sound echoing through the entire kitchen maybe even all the way to Sergiana's room.

"Are you done?" He asks, arms crossed with a scowl on his face

"So, are you going to tell me the real reason you are here at this time of the night?"

"You're exaggerating a tad bit Sky its not even 9pm yet. I just feel like we don't spend much time together. I don't even know what your favourite colour is." He joins me on the counter

I don't know who this Kendrick is either. The same person who used to be willing to throw me in a burning dumpster now wants to know what my favourite colour is.

"Is that the only thing you want to know?"

"Amongst other things."

It's a whole interrogation then. I'm cutting it short if SkyHigh comes up, I am tired of her now

"Black. Next question?" I take a mouthful of my yoghurt

"Oh come on Sky try at least." He rolls his eyes

If we're going to play 20 questions,  I'd like to do it laying down where I'm most comfortable. The kitchen is not doing it for me

"Let's go to my room."

"I know that I said i want to know more of you Skylar, but I think you're moving too fast." He playfully scoots away from me trying to get a distance between us

"Oh shut up! You know those aren't my intentions."

I hop of the counter discarding my now empty yoghurt cup and pick up my backpack swinging it over my shoulder. I hear him chuckle before  following me. I'm tempted to roll my eyes

"We're going to my room and no we aren't going to do anything you won't like." I inform my dad who's watching some serious television

"Just keep the door open."

"And if i close it?" I challenge

He turns his attention over to us, to me specifically and narrows his eyes in an attempt to be intimidating.

"You won't be having a door for as long as you exist."

He's bluffing, I think. As soon as Ken and I make it up the stairs to my room, he doesn't even wait to tell him to make himself comfortable. His whole body is sprawled all over my bed the minute we walk in.

"Comfy bed you got here. Makes me wonder how it'll feel when" He grins as he stops himself mid sentence

"I don't even want to know what you were going to say after that." I say holding my hands up in surrender. "Scoot over I want to lay down too." I slap his leg hard through his jeans