Our Deep End | ✔️

CHAPTER 35

Elle's POV
By the time next week rolled around, Christian and I's argument was like water under the bridge. He spent the rest of the weekend with me, until Monday morning and it was quite a nice taste of what it'd be like to have our own place.

He cooked me dinner on Sunday evening, and we danced in the kitchen like it was a ballroom, while drinking grape juice out of wine glasses. When my alarm for school went off the following day, he whined about it being too loud before refusing to get out of bed. It was funny to argue with him about not cutting school, although he made some pretty good offers. I just know my parents wouldn't be too fond of coming back to us lounging around together, half-naked in the middle of a school day.

When I finally got him to stop being a brat, he got up and we got ready together.

It was fun to stand side by side, and share silly glances while we brush our teeth. Christian also insisted we shower  together to "save time." I didn't mind, in fact, witnessing his already chocolate brown hair darken while wet, and small droplets of water rolling off his chiseled body is just what I needed to start my day. Fuck a cup of coffee. But speaking of, we were able to secure enough time to get breakfast before our first class.

While that happened, I took the time to examine my gratitude...like really dive deep. This boy popped up into my life in an unexpected and rather inappropriate time, but things somehow could not be more perfect...and I truly appreciate that as I watch him carefully pick out all the raspberries from my fruit salad because he knows I can't stand them. Everything really does happen for a reason.

Ever since Monday, I noticed that I haven't been able to fall asleep as easily as I did when Christian was beside me. I found myself craving his sleepy kisses in the middle of the night, and tight grip. Sometimes when he fell asleep before me, I'd just watch him in awe, my thumb caressing his cheek. I missed him. I swiped one of his sweatshirts, which I slept in every night. It comforted me, but not to the extent where I didn't wish he was here.

The week trudged by slowly, but the weekend was almost here. I felt much better than I did last week, which I'm very thankful for. Today was just a regular Thursday afternoon, I'm halfway through the day and I pray it goes by quickly because I'm honestly over school.

As I'm on my way to English class, I spot Camila under Matt's embrace. He looks at her with a sweet, warm gaze but she doesn't quite do the same. Instead she slightly raises her cheeks into a fake smile and I'm confused why.

She and I lock eyes across the hallway, and she immediately breaks away from his arms and approaches me. I could be mistaken, but she almost looks relieved.

"Hey..." I smile.

"Hi." The previous look of angst on her face was gone.

"Everything alright?"

"Yup." She dismisses my question quickly, confirming my suspicions. She's definitely not telling me something.

"Don't lie to me." I cross my arms, once we reach a stop at the front of my classroom. I was never fully aware about what went down between the normally loving couple anyway. I'm not the type to pry.

She sighs, and looks down at the floor.

"Well technically, I'm not lying. If you're referring to Matt and I nothing is wrong..." She pauses. "But nothing's really right either."

I blink. "What?"

"I don't know, Elle. It's like, lately I've just been bored in our relationship. So much that I pick small, unnecessary fights here and there."

"Really?" Never in a million years would I imagine this being a problem for Camila and Matt. I've always looked at them like a blueprint for the perfect relationship. Turns out perfect really doesn't exist.