Mr. Gardner

Breaking of a Perfect Piece (P1)

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Getting back to the hotel, all the girls and I headed upstairs back to our rooms, Instructed to get rested up and organized for the later art exhibit. I had time to cool off from the earlier encounter with Ms.Cohen, but I was still thinking about Nathan telling us to act like 'Adults'. Usually, things like this didn't bother me, I would overthink things for a moment, but brush it off knowing it's nothing to linger on, but this, this was just so uncalled for, especially since I was trying to defend him.

As I got back into my room, I let out an exhausted breath and mentally thanked the girls for not wanting to bunk with me. It's a lot better to come back from all the chatter and drama, to a large, hotel room to myself.

Taking my shoes off and lazily walking toward the larger bed in the room, I placed the luxury box holding my dress, down on the bed. I paused to look at the pretty ribbon that once was tied in a bow but now hung loose and crumpled from me swinging it back 'n forth.

I plopped down next to it, and slowly let my body fall toward the fluffy sheets. A soft cool flush washed over my body as the thick sheets fluffed out and perfectly shaped around my body. Now realizing how tall the ceiling was in the actual room, I closed my eyes to stop my head from spinning.

A familiar buzz then a chyme came from my small purse. Knowing instantly who it was, I shot my hand up to rub my eyes and inhaled a large breath through my nose.

Finding some sort of energy in me to move, I pushed back up into a sitting position and reached for my bag. Retrieving my phone, the first thing that popped up was a text message from Nathan.

"Get some rest before the art exhibit, it'll be a long night of planned fun."

My heart stuttered a beat when I read it.

I was still excited of course, but I still didn't really know how to act since earlier. Him telling me to act like an 'adult' then proceeding to tell me to get some rest was not my ideal way as to how the first day would go.

Being told what to do wasn't something that normally bugged me, if anything, I rather enjoyed it. Probably why I found him being a professor so attractive. But when I'm so used to taking care of myself, being independent and building onto what once was a stupid middle-schooler, it hurt to have someone to tell me to 'grow up in another way of saying it. Especially when coming from him.

Of course, I didn't want to start anything, nor deal with any more 'Drama' today, so instead of replying with a sarcastic reply, I just left it on 'read' and swiped to the alarm app.

He was right though, I did need some rest, but now that he had told me to do so, I almost wanted to veto the idea of a good nap, and purposely stay up to show him that I don't need sleep.

Hovering over my previous set times, I gave in after a moment and set an alarm for exactly an hour from now, and another one for an hour and ten minutes. My bad luck with falling asleep before important plans have gotten to me and I'm not about to fuk it up again.

Shutting off my phone, I placed it on the side table and crawled up to the top of the bed. Instead of taking the efforts to take all the decorative pillows off or get under all the fluffy blankets, I just grabbed the largest pillow from the stack and pulled up a smaller blanket the was mostly used for decor at the end of the bed and used the two to get myself comfortable. It was only going to be a quick power nap, but I could feel the exhaustion from the minor jet lag kicking in.

My eyes fluttered closed faster than I thought they would, and a constant heavy breath began immediately as I fell deeper into a relaxed sleep.