𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏𝟒

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I'm now on Toms bed with him and Bill with a movie playing, I'm still shocked he thought I wanted him to yk. That's fucked up.

I felt a head lean onto my shoulder, it was Tom. This all felt weird. And now I don't know if he likes me or hates me and it's confusing me.

The weight on my shoulder got a lot heavier and I noticed he was asleep. I don't blame him I'd go to sleep right now if I was in my own bed and with a human fucking pillow.

"Beel" I whisper-shouted

"Yeah?" He responded

"I'm confused" I sighed

"The movies not confusing" he raised one eyebrow

"Id hit you right now but I don't wanna move and wake Tom" I shook my head "I don't know if Tom hates me or likes me" I groaned

"Oh he definitely likes you" Bill smiled

"Can't tell if your being sarcastic" I tilted my head

"I'm not" Bill responded

"So we are friends? Why's he horrible to me" I'm even more confused now

"Ask him yourself im gonna leave you two" Bill smiled cheekily before getting up and sneaking out

"At least get me my phone so I can tell my mum I might be staying over because I doubt he's gonna wake up soon and I don't wanna have to wake him" I begged Bill

"Fine only because you guys are cute" Bill folded his arms

"Bitch what"

𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕--------
I woke up a few hours later, it was pitch black in my room so I can't tell if Bill and Sienna are still here. And I don't know who I'm basically hugging. For all I know it could be fucking Georg, he still has keys to my house. He came over at 3am a few weeks ago because his heating had turned off and he was too scared to go turn it back on but he was cold at home.

Someone's phone lit up from a text, it was Siennas. And she was asleep. In my bed. With me.

I still don't know if she actually likes me. I mean after Gustav gave in and told me what Olivia was saying about her sh and how I'm the reason for it was true I don't blame her for hating me. I sometimes sh. Only when there's nothing I can do to help myself. And Its never got bad, or scarred.

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