Chasing Skye

Chapter Seven

"Holy shit." Sloan muttered after I was done explaining the events of today.

"I know."

"Holy shit."

"I know."

"Holy shit."

"Sloan, stop saying holy shit."

Right now we were in Sloans room, go figure right. Her, sitting on the edge of her bed. Taking in everything I had said. I told her about the ride with Skye. The old building. The Monet. Although I left out exactly how much money. Then I told her about the ride back with Skye. And what happened when we got to my house. I even told her how I cried like an idiot into Skye's chest. Which, I had a feeling Sloan would most definitely bring up again. I even told her how I went off on my mother. And how Skye pulled me off. I left out the way I felt when we touched though. Obviously. We even talked about what happened in Skye's room.

"Well, I always knew there was a fighter in you." Sloan joked after a minute of silence. Her words and light tone, automatically made me smile. It always does. That's what best friends do, right? They're there for each other. I couldn't remember a time when she wasn't there for me. Even when the Evan thing happened. She was there.

"I am not a fighter. Its just like, I don't know, like a switch went of inside. Like, it was just too much, and I snapped." I explained. Watching as Sloans piercing blue eyes stared at me. Once again, giving me a look that suggested she knew something I didn't. For some reason, I feel like she's about to either imply I like Skye. Or rather drop some bomb ass advice. Either or.

"I knew it!" She proclaimed. Jumping up from her bed, doing a little happy dance.

"Knew what?" Did I even have to ask what she was going to say?

"You like my sister." She said, still doing her little happy dance.

"I don't like your sister." I found myself defending again.

"Then why are you blushing?"

"I am not blushing!" I can honestly say, without a doubt, I love this part of Sloan and I's relationship. We could be serious as hell, then mocking each other. Then back to being serious. Then to playing around, talking mess about anything and everything. We really did have the best relationship.

"You are so into her."

"Oh shut up, I barely even know her."

"Oh trust me, if anyone else said the things you said to her, they'd be rocking a nice shiner, and would still be walking down the side of the road."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you get under her skin. Which is hard, 'cause lord knows how many layers that girl has on her."

"I don't get under her skin. I don't get under anything of hers."

Oh god. That sounded wrong.

Three.....two.....one....

"Megan! Was that a dirty joke?" Sloan challenged. Her amused eyes narrowing in on me.

"I didn't mean it that way."

"Mhm."

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Come in!" Sloan called from her bed. I instantly felt myself smile when I saw Skye poke her head through the doorway.

"I'm going out." She said blatantly. Glancing at me, before resting her grey eyes back over on her sister.

"Skye, where could you possibly have to go on a Monday afternoon?"

She looked back at me again before saying, "Anywhere but here."

Was she still upset? Was what I said that bad? I couldn't help but let my mind wonder as Skye left. Closing my eyes as I heard the front door slam shut.

"Wow, she's relentless when she's pissed." Sloan mumbled from beside me.

"You're telling me."

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Laying in Sloans bed, I couldn't help but toss and turn. I knew it wasn't likely that I would be able to sleep tonight. So now, here I am, listening to Sloans slight snoring beside me. And the quiet tic-toc of the clock that hung in the hallway. We hadn't really done much after Skye left. Just laid around. Her occasionally mocking me about my 'feelings' for her sister.

Come to think about it, I guess I did like Skye. As a friend. Even though we really aren't much of friends at the moment. There's just this feeling inside of me. One that's like, hey, you see that person? You're gonna know them. And they're gonna get to know to you. You two are gonna be great friends.

Its weird. But, that's just the way I can explain it. This, pull, I have towards her. I may not be right. Hell, I never usually am. But, that's what I'm sticking with.

Throwing my arm over my face, I nearly jumped at the sound of the front door flinging open. I could hear faint giggles, and the sound of people walking up the stairs. My curiosity peaking immensely, I quietly got up from beside Sloan, and crept towards the door. Cracking it as quietly as I could, I looked down the hallway.

There was Skye, her tongue basically clawing down some girls throat. I didn't recognize the girl at first. But, when she turned I took in her face. It was dark, but I could make out some of her features. I recognized her as the girl who sat two seats in front of Sloan and I in algebra. Her name was bailey I think.

I was kinda just staring. Until the two switched positions, and Skye looked me dead in the eye. Something flickered in her eyes. Like she felt guilty. Why was she guilty? Was she even guilty? I felt uncomfortable staring into her eyes as the girl was kissing on her neck, so I just closed the door, and crawled back into bed with Sloan. Not really wanting what was probably going to be a long night for Skye, I put the pillow over my head, and willed myself into a restless sleep.

Hoping to the high heavens tomorrow would be a better day.

Knowing with my luck though, that was far from likely.