CHAPTER 17

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It's been a couple hours now since the 'incident'
Lilliana had finally calmed down and we were watching a movie...and of course it had to be romance. It's only been 10minutes that she'd stopped sobbing but then the guy just had to go ahead and cheat on his girlfriend and the weeping began all over again.

I think I need a change of clothes, my shirt is all wet, and not in the good way. I know I should be a little more empathetic, but I'm just not that much of an emotional person, my parents always told me to 'toughen up' when shit got bad and so I did, and it has done me well, when life gets hard I deal with it...and life sure has gotten difficult.

I looked down to see Lilliana's eyes shut, tears and snot stained her face, yeah I definitely need a change of clothes.
I carefully slipped out of her grip and pulled my covers over her and turned that damn movie off.

Now let's go and clean up, and maybe get something to eat I am starving.
Cautiously I tiptoed through the halls and down the stairs, now where is that damn kitchen.
I spotted a dim light in the distance, someone must be in there already. 
Hesitantly I crept inside and to my relief it was Frankie, "What are you doing up so late princess?" He smirked taking a bite out of his sandwich.
"Nothing much, just looking for something to eat" I snatched his sandwich and took a huge bite out of it.
"Hey, get your own!" He whined taking it back and giving me a death glare.
"Alright, I'm sorry" I put up my hands apologetically.
"You are forgiven" he smirked and went back to nibbling his food.
"So...I heard about what happened. Hows Lilliana?" He questioned.
"She's doing okay now. A few more movies and a bit of pizza should fix her right up" I replied as I rummaged through the fridge for something to eat.
"Well...how are you?"
"I'm fine. It's not like me and him are a 'thing" I rolled my eyes, me and him? Never.
I have standards, and after that little stunt he pulled today, I don't ever want to even speak to him.

"A 'thing'? What are we, in high school? He's your mate. You must feel something" He spoke with a mouth full of sandwich.
"Well I don't feel anything" I slammed the fridge door shut.
I'm sick and tired of people just assuming I 'feel' things for him just because we're mates, or that we owe each-other some kind of loyalty when we aren't even together.

"Okay okay, sorry I asked" he chuckled.
"You're forgiven" I mimicked his earlier words.
"You're funny, I like it" He smirked walking closer to me.
"You like it? Or you like me?" I grinned stepping closer to him.
"Both" he whispered.

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