"Just Friends."

Chapter Thirty Two.

Chapter Thirty-Two. 

            The morning after the party I was afraid to even wake her up. I wasn’t sure how to even start talking about what happened because last night I finally found out another small part of her past that killed me and she was completely right. We were both fucked up people with some fucked up pasts although she didn’t exactly know about mine and it hurt to bury my relapse deep down in my chest from her when all I wanted to do was just roll up my sleeve and tell her what I had actually done. I wanted to tell her that the night she ended things with me I cried and cried and took the razor straight to my skin, sitting in the bathroom as I let the blood drop into the sink until Scott finally found me, doing the best he possibly could to try and get me into a better state like he used to in high school. Like this one time, in the ninth grade, when Dan Fisher called me a train wreck and I went right into the bathroom minutes after. I didn’t realize at the time that someone was in there with me and when Scott came out and saw what the hell I was doing we’ve been friends ever since. That sounds like a lifetime movie scenario but really, he’s been my best friend since day one and I don’t know where I’d be if I didn’t have him in high school.

            As soon as she woke up I didn’t even have to look at her because by now, I knew that whenever she let out a loud sigh was when she was finally alert and something tells me she has her back to me on purpose. I can read Reina better than anyone and I know that she’s still embarrassed about yesterday even though she has no reason to be.

            “Well good morning beautiful.” I cooed sweetly, resting my head onto her side so I could look at her.

            Her eyes met with mine but they quickly fell to the floor of the room and all she did was give me a little half grin, gently pushing me to the side so she could rise to her feet. I hated it when she was silent like this because I can only imagine the thoughts running wild throughout her head right now. As I stared at her with a curious expression, she walked over to the mirror and stared at her reflection before she stared at me through the mirror as well.

            “So about yesterday…” I started, her eyes widening slightly in the mirror. “Are you okay?”

            “Uh, yeah.” She replied all too quickly, grabbing my brush to run it through her hair. “I’m fine.”

            “Are you sure? Reina I want you to talk to me about something if it’s bothering you. It’s not healthy to keep it bottled up babe.”

            “And I’m fine. Okay? Promise.”

            “Well then if you’re fine get back in bed.”

            Turning around to give me a shy smile, she climbed back in beside me and laid completely on top of my body, smothering me to pieces but I didn’t even care. This is the girl I’ve missed.

            “I’m sorry for not believing you about him.” She murmured. “I should have caught onto something but he never hit on me once and I swear he didn’t. Last night at the party I was trying to find the bathroom and he grabbed my hand so hard I thought it’d fall enough. Before I knew it I was in that bedroom with him and he just tried to put his hands all over me. Luckily for me I know how to get away from someone so I kneed him right in the groin but then he started spitting my past at me like it was nothing. I’ve never told anyone that before so I don’t know how the hell he found out. I honestly don’t.”