Chapter Tweleve

Taylor

I watched as Katelyn and Destiny laughed all the way up the stairs. What I did to them, I had no idea. Was it my fault that Katelyn was a bitch? Was it my fault that she was dating some loser from England? Was it my fault that I had a crush on her?

Well...technically, it was my fault that I liked her. But now that it's happened, I can't stop it. But the way she treated me, and Kyle, I knew there was no chance in the world that I'd have with her.

I heard Kyle snicker slightly beside me. "New York's turned my sister into a hoe. She's all over some British punk. And Destiny, God I don't know what happened. She used to be nice, and shy." He covered his face with his hands. I saw him jumpped slightly when we heard the door slam shut.

I looked over to see Dumb and Dumber walk through the door. What Katelyn and Destiny saw in them was beyond me. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to the dark television.

"Yo, man. Where's Katelyn and Destiny's room?" Jason asked, dragging his bags into the room.

Kyle looked over at them. "Upstairs." he grumbbled rudely.

Scott laughed. "Cool down man. We need more detail. Where upstairs?"

Kyle and I stood up, just as Katelyn and Destiny appeared at the top of the banister.

"Scott, Jason. Come on. Get your assess up here." Katelyn said.

Scott smiled evily at us. "Thanks for entertaining us, dicksuckers, but we're wanted upstais unlike some people."

I felt an urge to rip his damn vocal chords out of his throat, to get rid of his accent. I felt myself take a step closer, but Kyle put his hand on my shoulder. "Chill, Tay."

They laughed and walked up the stairs.

Kyle sighed loudly. "Let's go play some ball. I don't think I wanna be in a house full of freaks."

I nodded and followed him outside.

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