seven ; walker scobell

chapter thirteen; i think he knows

"no one understands... he got my heart beat skipping down sixteenth avenue." i think he knows; taylor swift.

malachi !

hey maya, you free today?

i definitely am
you wanna catch up ?

yeah that'd be cool
i could meet you at your hotel?

sounds good ! x
does 11 work for you ?

sure does
see you then x

MALACHI PICKED ME up exactly on time, and took me for a drive around Vancouver. We talked about filming for Zombies 4, about my experience on set with Percy Jackson and the Marauders. And most importantly, Milo Mannheim. I would be working on a project with him in the near future, and I wanted to know what he was like - besides gorgeous.

We got a bite to eat, walked through a small market together, and he dropped me back to me hotel by 4. Sunny was right about him, though. He was extremely flirty, quite touchy, but respectful and kind all the same. I had grown quite fond of him in a small amount of time, and was hoping to become closer with him. Without sending him the wrong message.

As soon as I returned to my current residency, I headed straight to the room across from my own, eager to see the blonde boy waiting behind the door.

"Hey, Wise Girl." A familiar voice called out as I entered his hotel room. I was greeted by Walker's life-brightening smile. "Where have you been?"

I crawled onto the bed side him, placing my head on his pillow. "Just hanging out with Malachi."

He flinched at that, eyeing me warily. He placed his phone down. "Malachi?"

I almost rolled my eyes at his reaction. "Yes. Malachi." He hummed in response, nodding slowly without breaking eye contact. "Are you jealous?"

Walker appeared stunned. "What? No! Of course not." He replied defensively. Too defensively.

I gasped, sitting up. "You are!" He glared at me, obviously annoyed that he'd been called out. "Come on, Walker. It's no different to you hanging out with Momona."

"It is different."

I scoffed at him. "How?"

He stared at me blankly for a moment, allowing himself some time to think. "I don't know exactly. But it feels different."

"Oh my god." I groaned, burying my head in my hands.

"What did you guys do?"

I stared at him, shocked. "Why does it matter? Why do you care?"

"You know why, May." His voice lowered suddenly, his usually bright eyes fell to an ominous deep blue. My heart beat stopped for a second.

"No, Walker. I don't. I don't know why." I whispered, piercing the heavy silence that had consumed the atmosphere around us.

The blonde boy exhaled, nervously looking around the room. "Do I have to spell it out for you?" A pinkish hue flushed his cheeks. He looked so pretty like that, all flustered and bursting of nerves.