Wrong |COMPLETE|

🕸Chapter...27🕷

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"He likes you... he just doesn't know how to show it." I hear Cole mutter more to himself than to me.

I turn to look at him and his eyes are focused on the lighter on his hand. He flicks it on and we both stare at the flame for a while before it goes off.

"You know, that's the most bullshit excuse I've ever heard right ?" I say and he chuckles.

I abruptly get up, throw the cigarette and turn to leave. Somehow I feel anger swirling up inside, directed to no one in particular.

***

I'm startled, awoken abruptly when my phone rings. The bright light coming from the sun practically blinds me temporarily.

I rub my eyes and accept the call without checking the caller ID.

It's my dad.

I listen to what he's saying for the next two minutes without clearly understanding what he's saying so... for my sanity I end the call and turn off the phone.

The good thing is my location was off the whole time so he couldn't track my whereabouts.

I yawn and then wince from the pounding in my head. I feel hungry and nauseous all at once.

I'm hungover and it's not good at all.

I'm aware I'm still in Charlie's room but my biggest wonder is...

... where the hell is she...?!

Check the time dumbass...

I roll my eyes at my subconscious then turn to check the time on her alarm clock.

10:00 am... It says.

Shit !

I see a neon pink sticky note on her lava lamp with her handwriting on it. I pick it and it's addressed to me.

Hey Sky,

Please don't get angry I didn't wake you... you came to bed late last night and I don't want your hungover ass in school today.
Take a shower and eat something.
Cole will drive you home, he's ditching school today.
P.s feel free to change into any of my clothes.

-Charlie ;)

She had time to write me this note but couldn't bother to wake me up.

I hop out of bed and walk towards the bathroom. There I see another neon pink sticky note on the cabinet handle.

Hey Sky,

I didn't wake you up because your grumpy ass would have murdered me in cold blood.
You hate mornings.

- Charlie ;)

I let out a chuckle.

Unbelievable. She knows me so well.

I decide to take a cold shower so as to be alert but not before checking myself on the floor-length mirror.