Curing His Love Allergy

Chapter 22 - Blood, Blood and More Blood

France's P.O.V

"What do you mean she slammed the door in your face?" I asked Alejandro while leaning on my kitchen counter, a bottle of vodka in my hands.

"Man, you didn't see the look on her face. She is pissed," he said, taking a long swig of his bottle of Ciroc.

"Hey, go find Noah. I'll go talk to her. But I gotta take a leak first, then I'll find out what's the problem, and maybe we can solve it," I told him, feeling the overwhelming urge to pee.

I walked to my room, not really wanting to use the other bathrooms right now. I used my key to open my locked bedroom. I entered my room, glancing over at Tiara's house. The bottle of vodka in my hands was disposed of on my dresser.

I heard three loud sounds like firecrackers, but it seemed nobody downstairs heard it. It couldn't have been gunshots; our neighborhood was too safe for that, so I thought nothing of it.

I went into my bathroom and did my business. I washed my hands, then evacuated my room, making sure to close it before I left.

Anaya, the junior I took to the dance, approached me completely wasted. "Heyyyy. Can I have seggs with you?" she slurred.

She will totally regret this in the morning if she remembers. The beer she had in her hands spilled all over my shirt when she went in to kiss me.

"Anaya, go home. You are drunk," I said firmly, feeling the sticky liquid seep through my dress shirt.

"I'm not drunk. Just give me what I want," she said, or more like begged.

"Anaya. Leave. Now," I said slowly for her to get it through her thick skull.

"You're no fun," she pouted, then turned away from me, flirting with a jock from the football team. I wished her all the best in her drunken state.

I groaned, then opened my room door again to change into a clean shirt. After I changed the shirt, I locked the door, then left to go on the mission my friend sent me on. To talk to Tiara about their relationship.

I had to force my way through the drunken teenagers, grinding on each other and playing beer pong. A rap song blared throughout the house, no doubt disturbing the people all the way in Canada.

I pushed and pushed, and when I finally made it through the door, I saw several stoners on my lawn smoking cigarettes and weed.

They called out to me, but I ignored them. I had this sickening feeling in my stomach. It churned with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol wafting through the air.

I jogged up to Tiara's driveway, readying myself for the speech I would give to her on behalf of Alejandro.

But I knew I wouldn't be doing it from my heart. Why? I don't know. It's... complicated.

I rang her doorbell. I waited and waited for her to come to the door or give an indication she was coming. I rang the doorbell again and again. Still no answer.

I was worried now. I left my phone and keys at my house, so I couldn't call her. I called out her name, "Tiara!" No answer. She couldn't have left, so where was she?

I circled her house to see if a window was open or if I could see inside. I didn't like the feeling I was getting; something was definitely wrong.

"Tiara," I called out again, walking around her house. I looked to the side of her house and saw shattered glass outside on the lawn. Her window was smashed open. Oh no.

I jumped through the window, eager to find out what had happened to Tiara.

As soon as I entered her house, a bad feeling overtook me. My eyes scanned the dark room until they landed on her.