For A Reason

Chapter 3

Blake

I wake up to the warm sun shining down onto my face, the smell of black cherries and a killer headache. I open my eyes and I'm met with the harsh white walls and the soft cream colored blankets. I go through my brain trying to remember how exactly I ended up at my girlfriend's place, in her bed. Then I remember Will...the phone call, the drink with Simon, the bar fight, the other phone call, the pool, and at last, climbing through my girlfriends window barely able to stand up straight.

I crawl out of bed and listen to the unhealthy cracking of my bones, or as Skylar would scientifically say, 'gas contained in the joints'. Damn my smartass girlfriend. I take a look in the mirror and the dark circles under my eyes make me feel even more hungover then I already am, and the smell of...whiskey? Was making me nausea. I squeeze my eyes shut trying to keep the light from entering my eyes, to minimize my headache.

I sigh and open my eyes when I realize it wasn't helping, I quickly scanned the room and my eyes landed on the tall glass of water and the two liquid-gel advils that were placed delicately on the nightstand. I smile to myself, and let out a a chuckle. That's my Skye, always taking care of me.

I walk over to the nightstand and pop the pills in my mouth and washing them down with the warmish cold water. I momentarily felt better with the relatively cold water. I took my scent in and turned towards the 3 doors. The bathroom, the hallway, and her closet.

I walk into her bathroom and turned on the water for a shower, knowing damn well that I need one. All the times I've been here makes it seem like a second home, meaning turning the shower on not so difficult like it would at, say, a hotel. I probably stay here more than I stay at my own place now. Since Baylie moved into the house with her horribly annoying mother, I try to stay away from my HOME more so than I should.

I even keep a bag in my car now, just incase I feel the need to stay in my car for the night.

Where the hell is my car?

Skylar

I watch as Mr. Hottie aka Mr. Caleb Jaxsons, walk back and forth the classroom, talking about the novel that we're reading. A novel that almost all the schools are reading. The Scarlet Letter. I can sort of relate to the main character, she's publicly disgraced and ostracized, I mean, I'm not publicly disgraced or ostracized but I am by my parents.

It's honestly weird how we're stuck reading this piece of shit. Half the class is asleep because of how boring it is. We'd probably pay attention if the book is from this century like: The Fault in Our Stars or The Divergent Series, maybe even The Maze Runner. I mean, he'd have the attention of the full class. He already has mine because he's eye candy. Dressed in his work clothing could make any girl stop and stare but I don't and won't because well...he's old.

Well...older than me.

"Skye," Isabelle whispered and I turn my gaze from my freshly manicured finger nails to look at her, my straighted hair tickling my skin as it brushes across my forearm. She's pointing towards Mr. Hotties who's currently staring directly at me, and I just smirk to myself. So I got his attention. I send a wink his way to let him know he's been caught and shake my head at Isabelle.

"So not interested," I whisper and she just bites her lip, knowing very well why I'm not interested in the biggest scandal of the year.

Blake Kayden Ethon. My boyfriend of two years.

Baylie

After third period I started to get nervous. Jake didn't follow me or even yell at me fore breaking up with him like he usually does whenever I broke up with him before. It's like he doesn't care that I dumped him...again. Jake didn't even attempt at talking to me. It was like he wasn't interested in me anymore.