ALANAS POV
It was just after Adrian had dropped me at my house. He was acting so strange.
We were just playing around and having lighthearted fun, or so I thought? Then he basically kicked me out. Did I read the situation wrong? Was it too soon to be joking after what he revealed to me about his past. Oh no I feel so terrible now...
"Me: Hey, did I cross a line back at your house. I really appreciate you inviting me over there and telling me about your past. It seemed like when we were playing around something changed..."
I typed out a paragraph and hit send.
I was scared I over-stepped a boundary.
Maybe he didn't like me tackling him? But he's always touchy-touchy with me.
Not that I don't like it ... but we're just friends-
Ding!
My phone buzzed. I was scared to see what he texted back. I picked up my phone and peaked at it before throwing it back down again.
Instead I grabbed my iPod off of my desk in the corner of my room and turned on one of my favourite songs right now. "High enough" by k flay.
" I don't like anyone better than you,
It's true. I crawl a mile in a desolate place, with snakes just for you. "
I sung trying to forget about my situation.
Ten minutes later I finally gathered the courage and realized it was silly because it was just Adrian. I opened the message from "Russian D*ckbag"- I really should change that.
Russian d*ckbag: "Nah all good."
Oh I'm DEFINITELY not changing that.
"All good."
He practically kicks me out after we were just playing around like I did something terribly wrong, and didn't talk to me the whole car ride back to my house.
But all I get is an "All good"
and I thought our friendship was really getting somewhere.
I rolled my eyes
"Men."
I said aloud followed by a heavy sigh, plopping down on my bed.
After that I drifted to sleep.
I woke up the next day completely disoriented. It was Saturday.
I peeled myself out of bed. I stretched every bone in by body letting out a loud yawn. I rubbed my eyes and got ready to start my day.
I grabbed my phone from my charger and walked into the small bathroom in my room. We weren't an extremely wealthy family but I was an only child so we had a bit of extra money. The doctor told Mom she probably couldn't have any more kids after me so I guess she just stopped trying.
I grabbed my toothpaste and toothbrush from the cabinet and squirted some of the minty paste on my brush laying it back on the marble countertop.
I brushed and looked at myself in the mirror for the first time this morning.
I looked horrendous.
I finally finished brushing and spit.
I made my way to the shower and turned it on, adjusting the temperature right to my liking. Not too hot, not too cold. I stripped my black Nike pros and over sized shirt that I slept in off and took my hair out of the messy ponytail I put it in before going to bed last night.
I laid my phone on the stool next to my shower so I could check it while in the shower. A nice way to ruin my phone but I still need to check snap while I'm showering obviously.
I stepped into the shower.
I lathered my body up with lavender body wash and washed my hair in vanilla shampoo.
Rinnng!!
Someone was calling me?
I picked my phone up.
It slipped out of my hands and onto the floor-
"Shit!"
I screamed out.
"Everything okay in there hunny?"
My Dad asked in concern from outside the bathroom door.
" Yeah I'm fine, just dropped my phone!"
I yelled back.
I retrieved my phone off of the ground.
1 missed call from Adrian.
Ohhh so now he wants to talk to me. He probably wants to hang out, well sucks for him because I'm not going.
I texted Abby.
"Me:Wanna go get some coffee or something? Adrians driving me crazy.😒""Abby<3: Trouble in paradise?😉"
Me: Just friends👍🏻Pick me up in 30. He called me and I need an excuse not to talk to him.
Abby<3: Omw can't wait to hear the gossip😘
I finished washing up and stepped out of the shower. There was a trail of coal black mascara under my eyes.
I grabbed some micellar water and wiped it off with a cloth, better for the environment duh?
I quickly got dressed. Abby's always early so when I asked for 30, I knew she'd be here in 15.
I wore a loose white blouse and some cute ripped denim shorts.
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A Very Foreign Love
Romance17 year old Alana's life has always been very cut and paste. She lived an average life with an average school, average problems, and some average friends and family. She's always been quiet, and well liked yet not popular enough to get a whole lotta...