Chapter thirteen
First, Skylar and I decorated our room with the stuff we'd brought from home. After we'd finished using what we had we hit up some stores for stuff to decorate our room with.
I had to fight my way into paying for something. Apparently, she had gotten ten thousand dollars from her relatives. And here I am with my thousand dollars.
"I don't care about money like that. Although my parents are nice, my other close relatives are rich white people who are racist and close-minded. Can't stand them. I told them I didn't want the money but my mom made me take it. I donated half of it to charity."
"Well, that doesn't mean you need to pay for everything."
"I want to get rid of the money and this is the best way." I shoot her an annoyed look.
"Fine. You can buy the throw rugs." she groans.
We had so much fun decorating. "I'm so excited for tonight," she shouts over the music. I'm hanging up photos that I brought from home.
"Yeah me too!" I say happily. Being around Skylar, you can't help but be happy. She's so giggly and happy and usually, I would find that annoying but its perfect for Sky. "Oh, I meant to ask, where did you stay last night?" She doesn't turn around and face me like she always does when she's talking to me. She's embarrassed.
"Skylar?" I ask. She turns around and looks at me. She's beet red.
"Jon's room," she says and I giggle and she pretends to not hear me.
"In his bed?" I interrogate.
"Yesss," she confesses.
"You're all asking me about where I slept," She's back to her confident, bubbly, never embarrassed-self. "I heard Matt's great in bed."
"Well, I wouldn't know." I shoot back, defensively. She raises an eyebrow at me.
"Wellllll.......", I begin, "We did kiss...a little." she starts laughing hysterically.
"I knew it!" She shouts and points a finger at me. "You guys did do something!" She accuses. I hide my face.
"He's actually a great kisser." I almost moan just thinking about it.
"Well, I can tell that you are very uncomfortable talking about this," Skylar? Not pushing it? So un- Skylar. "So I'll leave it alone, but you have to promise to tell me every single detail before you guys get married and have kids and all that okay?"
"Firstly, Matt and I are never going to get married, we are so not compatible and secondly, yes I will tell you exactly what happened, one day."
"Fine. But seriously can you just give him a chance? Like for tonight, just see how it feels and how he treats you and if you don't like it then that's that. Sometimes the best things in life are out of your comfort zone," She gives me a reassuring look.
"Okay."
"Oh, can I have your phone? So we can exchange phone numbers." I hand her my phone. She types in her phone number and takes a picture of herself, with her middle finger up as the contact photo.
I laugh. She picks up her phone just as it starts to ring. She types something and then snaps a quick picture of me.
She turns her phone in my direction so I can see what she put. It says Novah with a kissy face emoji and as the contact photo, a bad picture of me singing along to one of my favorite songs.
She snatches my phone up off of the bed and starts typing something. She picks up her phone. I look at her, puzzled as to what she's doing with our phones.
After about a minute of holding both of our phones in her hands, she shows me my phone screen.
It shows contact with 'Matt' as the name and a million different heart emojis next to the next to it.
The contact photo is a photo of him rolling him his eyes and a cute Snapchat filter.
Cute photo but I don't want his number.
"There. Now you have his number. You can text him whenever you want. Actually........" she starts and I know she's thinking up something.
"Let's text him right now." She declares mischievously.
"Skylar no." I stand up and try to take my phone from her but she dodges me and I chase after her.
"Hey, its Novah," She starts typing.
"Skylar NO!" I shout. I continue to chase her and she leaps up onto her bed. and holds the phone out of my reach, all the while, announcing what she's typing.
"Last night was fun. Looking forward to tonight." She finishes.
"Skylar if you send that I will..." I begin to lecture.
"And send." She dramatically pushes down on the send button. She jumps down off of the bed and hands me my phone. "You were never going to do it on your own. You're welcome,"
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