You can't decide whether money changes things or not; it does. You can decide, however, whether it changes things for better or worse.


10. Ten

I check my Facebook at the sleepover that night and Alex sent me a message a few hours ago: 

Did you enjoy the movie? 

Johanna, Alice and Carry are all talking about some teacher at school so I take the opportunity to reply to him:

It was alright. Not my thing really, but it was good. 

He replies:

You suck. It was more than alright Kaya, it was a masterpiece.

I smile to myself as I reply:

Okay, it was a masterpiece. Whatever makes you stop complaining. 

He replies:

Aren't you supposed to be talking about boys and having naked pillow fights right now? You know, typical sleepover stuff. 

I reply:

We already did all of that earlier so no worries. 

He replies:

Good good. What's your number by the way? 

I reply:

07875463298 why do you even need it?

He replies:

Gosh Kaya, maybe I need to call you if there's an emergency or something, don't sound like I just asked you for your first born child. 

I reply:

Oooh I'm sorry. I'm going now, see you tomorrow.

He replies:

Yes you will. 

"What's with that smile on your face?" Johanna asks, narrowing her eyes on me. I look up and they're all grinning at me. 

"Nothing." I shrug, wiping the look off my face. "What's with obsessively talking about Mr Stevenson?"

"Are you talking to him?" Alice asks, a suspicious little smile on her face. 

I frown. "Mr Stevenson?" 

She laughs. "No, I meant Alexander."

"Yes I was." I say, nonchalantly. "So what?" 

They all just keep grinning that annoying little grin of theirs which is like 'I totally know you like him' and I don't even know if I do or not. I just roll my eyes at them and change the subject and it's another Friday night where we don't go to sleep until Saturday morning.


"You're my wonderwall..." I murmur, resting my head on the piano. I arranged with Alex to be here for 11 am which was a huge mistake because me and my friends didn't go to sleep until six and we got up at ten and now I'm dead.

Alex starts singing his part. "Today was gonna be the day... kids are running around naked, fuckin' in the bushes."

I kind of half recognise that he put that song in there that I told him he couldn't but I'm too tired to care. I just mumble something and I'm not even sure what I say. 

"Kaya!" he says, frustrated. "Wake up."

"No." I mutter, covering my eyes with my arm. 

"What time did you go to sleep?" 

"Like six." I mumble. 

"When you knew we were working today?" he asks, like a patronising parent. 

"Shut up, like you're so innocent." I mumble. "I know for a fact you stayed up til four this morning, I saw it on Facebook."

"Yeah, I stayed up til four am because I knew I could handle it, you clearly cannot handle staying up so late." he says and I can hear how amused he is. "Do you wanna just go and hang out and watch TV instead of working on the song?" 

"I can go home if you like." I mumble. "I am a tired, emotional mess right now."

"Well I happen to like hanging out with you even when you are a tired, emotional mess." he says, prodding my back as he stands up. 

That makes me feel all happy so I follow him down some corridors into a lounge area and he pushes me towards the hugest couch I've ever seen and hands me a TV remote. 

"Lie down." he says, chucking a blanket at me. "I'll go get us something to eat."

"Thanks." I say. 

I must fall asleep straight away because when I wake up, there's an almost empty bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and Alex is half way through an episode of Modern Family. 

"Hey." I mumble, sleepily. 

"Oh, hey." he smiles at me as I sit up, passing me the bowl of popcorn. "I left some for you."

I laugh. "Thanks. How long was I asleep for?" 

"About an hour." he says, reaching over and grabbing some popcorn. "You needed it I think."

"I still feel like shit." I admit and he laughs. 

"Yeah, you look a bit rough." he says. 

I frown at him. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome." he grins. "Do you want to hang out tomorrow?"

I shrug, nodding. I feel weird about how friendly we are with each other all of a sudden but I also weird about how natural it feels. I feel weird about how not weird it feels if that makes any sense. There are still walls up I suppose, but nowhere near as many anymore. 

"What do your friends think of us hanging out all the time?" I ask him. He smiles at me and I frown. "What?" 

"I just like that. We hang out all the time, that makes us sound like really good friends." he grins. 

I laugh. "Whatever. So what do your friends say about it?"

"They don't say a lot about it."

I raise an eyebrow. "Seriously?" 

He shrugs. "They make a couple of jokes about it, you know 'ohhh you and Kaya', that sort of thing but I just tell them to shut up."

I laugh. "My friends are the same."

My phone rings right then. It's my dad.

"Hey." I say. 

"Hiya sweetheart. Dinner is going to be ready in about twenty minutes, are you going to be home?" he asks. 

"Yeah, I'm on my way now." I say. "See you in a minute."

"See you in a bit darling." he says and hangs up. 

"I've gotta go." I say to Alex. 

He stands up, stretching. "I'll drop you off." 

"Thank you." I say, grabbing my phone. 

He parks outside of my house and presses a button so my door opens.

"I'll pick you up in the morning, we'll find something to do." he says.

"Sounds good." I get out of the car. "See you tomorrow."

"See you." he calls, waving before he drives out of my street at an ungodly speed.


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