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Chapter 12.

November 4th.

"Don't you fucking dare!" Mylenah yelled at me.

"Don't what?" I asked all innocent.

"Don't fucking hit me with that paint brush!" She screamed.

"Yeah, whatever!" I screamed back at her laughter in my voice.

"Is really like not to have blue on me," she said then going back to painting her wall.

Were painting her room while the guys go pick up the stuff she wanted.

She is re doing her room completely.

"Should I have the white painted where the bathroom door is? Like the wall." She asked me.

"Yeah that would be cool." I replied painting over the blue we already did."

Originally this room was like a lime green.

"Whose room was this?" She asked me.

"Was it Kylie's?" She questioned.

"No.." I replied.

"We had this guy named josh and he died, this was his room." I said.

"Kylie was always in my room." I told her remembering her.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be," I snorted.

"I am. I'm sorry that you lost your mom, I'm sorry that you lost your ex girlfriend. I'm sorry that you lost these people because of nick. I don't understand how nick could possibly find it okay to kill your mother and your girlfriend- ex girlfriend" she said sympathetically.

"Thanks" I mumbled.

"I'm probably gonna be stuck here forever, so I'm always here for you." She said.

Now she was not painting anymore. She had put down the brush. She was walking closer to me.

I moved back to place the brush on the table.

She walked in front of me as closed the gap between us.

This was the first time I had hugged a girl since Kylie. I hadn't hugged or kissed or anything with anyone besides the guys.

"I care about you," she told me.

The height difference isn't that bad between us.

She's only a little bit shorter than me.

"Whoa," what's happening here?" Someone said.

She jumped back and we both looked at the door.

It was Tommy.

Of fucking course.

Tommy fucking likes Mylenah so he is gonna do anything to date her.

For fuck sakes. He needs to fuck off.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"The real question is, what are you doing?" He asked me.

"Rebecca, I need to talk to you real quick," he told me.

I walked our of the room with him and he smiled at Mylenah then walked over to me.

"What?" I asked him grabbing my pack of smokes as lighting one.

"Why was Mylenah hugging you?" He asked me stern.

"Because she fucking can." I replied taking a puff and exhaling it in his face.

"Well I like her," he told me.

"That's cool" I replied sarcastically.

"Don't fucking flirt with her, everyone here knows she would rather date me, then you." He spat then went back into the room.

What the fuck I thought to myself.

I felt a vibrating In my back pocket. So I grabbed it and it was my phone.

Mylenah texted me.

"Are you okay?" It said.

I replied with "yeah I'm okay, Tommy is just gonna help you paint okay." I texted her back.

When I finished my smoke I put it out and felt a pain my in chest. Not like a bad pain. But like.. I think I have butterflies.

Fuck.