Chapter Fifteen
When he didn't come back I wondered whether he'd been abducted by aliens, or worse, that he'd forgotten all about my hot chocolate and me, and was somewhere with Gwendolyn drinking champagne. Or rolling around in her four poster bed tangled up in the model-like blonde. As soon as I set foot in the hallway I heard peals of laughter, laughter I recognised. Before I could venture down the hallway to investigate, Scott was there, standing solidly in my path. Oh joy of joys.
'We need to talk.' His face was grave, and his eyes burnt into mine, as if looking for something that wasn't there anymore.
'We definitely don't. Now kindly remove yourself from my path, I have photographs to take.' I sounded cold, and distant. And exactly how I wanted to sound. Take that. Snake.
'Sam
