Don't Mess With Her

c h a p t e r • 23

-can you just cooperate with me, ankle?-

Lili's POV

I looked at them blankly and uninterested before walking past them.

Girls, this is what happens when you forget your fuckboy repellent. Moral of the story don't ever forget your fuckboy repellent; courtesy of me, Ava.

I ship Samantyle but why leave me with these dipshits?

I finally see them up front a little and as much as I hate to be the thirdwheeler, I hate being in the middle of boys with hormones problems even more.

"Hey, lovebirds!" I say slipping myself in between them. "What are ya guys up to?"

"Oh-uh, just talking." Kyle clears his throat. "How about you?"

I roll my eyes. "Ugh, dealing with boys with mommy issues." (p.s no offence to those with actual mommy issues)

They look at me weirdly.

"Oh look, it's a party." Sam says, sarcastically.

I smirk.

"Let's crash it."

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Ryder's PoV

"Hey, Ryder." Heather caresses my arm, purring.

Is she secretly a cat or something?

"I missed you, baby." She pouts.

I roll my eyes.

Well, I really need a distraction anyways.

I kiss her harshly, without any emotion whatsoever.

She moans as I slip my arm around her waist.

This doesn't feel right.

What's wrong with me?!

I push her away and walk away.

I don't really care about my fuck-buddies.

I made my way upstairs and found a room which is surprisingly sex-less.

But I saw her sitting on the edge of the balcony with a bottle of whiskey in her hand.

She really has a thing for sitting at the edge of high places.

I went to her side and looked at the view.

She looks beautiful.

She was staring at the stars and I know she knew I was standing there but she didn't seem to care.

"Someone once told me, whenever you have the urge to look at the stars, your dead loved ones are either thinking of you, watching over you or right next to you." She says, softly. "Honestly, at first, I found that creepy. But, then he died. And ever since," She sighs, "it's all I feel like doing every night."

He? Who died again?

"I think whoever told you that is cool and creepy at the same time." I say, not being able to come up with something to say.

She looks at me blankly, then she smiles slightly.

"He was funny, hot, cool, stupid. He is my ex-boyfriend. He is my first love." She looks up again. "He's also dead."

I felt angry. And this odd feeling.

Am I not funny, hot or cool enough? Huh? I'll show you.