I might hate him?

CHAPTER THREE

I consider waking up Eli just to warn him of the incoming drunk football player, but it's not like he would care.

Soon enough I get the text that they're here and run down downstairs. In opening the door I'm greeted with a very nervous James carrying a very drunk Caden on his shoulder.

"Hey Sydney Bear." Caden slurs at me, grinning like a child.

"Again Syd I'm so sorry."

"Seriously James it's no big deal." 

He looks at me with his hazel eyes as if searching for a lie.

Like I said before, James is the team sweetheart. He definitely has the looks to be a fuckboy. Dark skin, red dreads, not to mention absolutely massive. I am no short lady and James could probably carry 5 of me. He could get any girl he wants any day, but he doesn't. The definition of gentle giant.

"Okay well I definitely owe you one" He sighs, transferring Caden's arm over to my shoulder and turning back to his car..

I smile back and start to drag Caden into the house. I attempt to close the door but Caden's large body is completely in the way.

"Alright Cade you're gonna have to work with me buddy." Maybe I should've woken up Eli after all. I sit Caden on the floor against the wall and go to shut the door. I turn back around and find him completely passed out. I squat down to his level and try to jerk him awake.

"Caden get up, we need to move to the couch." I slap him a little and he makes a face, but still doesn't respond.

"Okay well you made me do it." I grab his ankles and drag him on his back into the living room.

We arrive at the foot of the couch and I lift him limb by limb onto the cushions. I head to the kitchen to get some water for him and he's awake when I get back.

"Of course NOW you're conscious"

"Why are you wearing Liam's sweatpants?" He looks me up and down with creased brows.

"I broke a sweat getting you on this damn couch and that's what you wanna say to me?"

"You and him didn't get back together right." He speaks almost like a preschooler.

"No, they're just my favorite sweatpants." I hand him the water and take a seat on the other side of the couch.

We sit in silence for a few seconds. I want to ask about Olivia but also don't want to bring up a sensitive topic, especially considering she's the reason he's in this state.

"I think I'm going to be sick." He states very bluntly.

I practically jolt out of my thoughts and help him over to the bathroom, sitting him on the floor in front of the toilet. I scratch the back of his head while he vomits his guts out. My mom used to do it for me when I was sick and it made me feel 10x better. This whole interaction is a little bit uncomfy. I've never been the best with physical affection. I hope he doesn't think these head scratches are weird.

When he's done I get him a spare toothbrush and some crackers, remembering my mother's ritual. We're once again left in silence while he eats and eventually we make our way back over to the couch. He's still drunk out of his mind, but the vomiting should lessen his hangover in the morning. I'm about to get up and go to bed when he suddenly shifts and puts his head in my lap. I practically freeze with my hands up in the air, caught completely off guard by this new physical touch.

"Thank you Syd." He mumbles. "And for the record, you were always out of Liams league"

"Oh um, it wasn't really a big deal." I respond, choosing to ignore his last comment. He's already asleep.

I'm still sitting with my hands held in the air like a cornered criminal, unsure of what to do with his head in my lap. I slowly put my hand under his face, lift his head up, and slide out from under him. I put a pillow where my legs used to be and cover him with a blanket.

As I walk up the stairs to my room all I can think about is the feeling of his dirty blonde hair in my fingers while I scratched his head. Man, that guy has some soft hair. I'll have to ask him about his conditioner.

Laying in bed I replay the night's events. The silence of it all, like it was nothing out of the ordinary. I find myself missing his warmth, but quickly shove that thought out of my mind. Caden and I are friends. And I know better than to catch feelings for any of Olivia's current or ex boyfriends. That girl would rip me apart.

But what was the whole Liam's sweatpants thing about? No. School friends. We make fun of eachother. A nice friendly banter. He was plastered tonight, all he did was lay his head in my lap. Am I really that lonely that I'm this messed up over someone laying on me. God I need to go on a date. Or maybe I need therapy. This whole lack of parental love thing is really fucking with me.

teehee I am back. 

I don't like this chapter. Basically what I'm trying to say is Sydney has issues with somewhat emotional situations like this as well as physical touch because her parents are not the most affectionate.