Make me yours

Chapter 7

Livian

I woke up to my loud alarm. Funny thing, I didn't remember setting it. To be honest I remember very little about the night before. I look around trying to put some pieces together. There is a large cop on my desk with something green inside. Curiosity takes the best of me, so I stand up quickly. My head starts hurting in the exact same minute making me almost fall to the ground. Shit, I am on hangover.

There's a handwritten note right next to the large cup. The letter is so pretty, looking like someone draw them so carefully. I take some minutes to even be capable of reading, my head too slow and hurt to process anything.

"Good morning,

I made you this, I know it looks bad and it doesn't taste better. However, it will help you recover from that headache you have now.

See you at school,

James"

I drink it quickly so by the time I feel its taste I already have plenty of them down my throat, and he is right this shit is disgusting. However, if I want to go to school I have to drink it, so I make this sacrifice followed by a mental decision that I won't drink again even if I know I will never actually keep that promise.

Still trying to figure out the night before I pick up my phone. I can see a message right away, Margot's message. I don't remember being with her yesterday. I remember James and Josh on my puffy memory but still, I open the text.

Margot

You went to a party during the week without me? You hoe!

My mind becomes even more confused taking my time thinking about how she discovered that I was at the party. But before my brain has time to figure anything out my I find that I posted a story on Instagram. My fingers move quickly so I can open it up.

(Wattpad doesn't let me post the video so here is the link, picture it as an Instagram story.)

And then slowly I remember yesterday. I remembered Oliver and Jacob. I remember how awful people they were and how they made me feel like an object but then I remembered my moment with James and how well he treated me at that party. After all, I had a great time.

Even if I don't truly feel like going to school there is not really an option since my brother made me promise I wouldn't miss classes so I just put a comfortable outfit on and looked at the mirror for some time too lazy to do anything else. I would love to put on a north face jacket and I know where I can find one. I go to my brother's room ready to ask him for his but he isn't there.

I figure there is no problem entering his room going to his closet so I simply do it. Those toxic boys that say that women have a huge closet should see my brother's, it's a fucking room full of clothes, and strangely it's well tidy. I start looking for winter coats but I can't find them.

And then surprisingly in that room full of clothes I find a door. It's the same color as the wall and the fact that had clothes hanging up in front of it made it harder to find. My first thought is that it is another closet, like when it's summer he keeps there the winter clothes and when it is winter he keeps there the summer ones.

So I open it, it's September but it is still warm most of the time (not today tho) and that's on global warming. Maybe he keeps there his jackets, I don't know.