Lies

Chapter 14

Kagami

The morning shines through my eyelids and it's bright. I know I wanted white curtains, but the package said light blocking. My chest rises and falls as I focus my energy towards opening my eyes. That's the first step to starting my day. Next is sitting up and thinking about what clothes I want to wear. As I think the images start floating in my mind. I can wear my white cropped polo neck t-shirt with some tan joggers and the decorative chain hanging off one of the belt loops. My chunky white sneakers would suffice.

My eyes slowly open and the light starts to brighten. My eyebrows furrow and the images of my room start coming into view. My eyes shift over to the right where my phone is currently charging on the nightstand. It dings and my hand reaches over to grab it.

Marinette texted me that she'll be late, but to be honest when is she ever early? I reply with a simple that's fine and proceed to remove the covers off me. I slide down the right side of my bed and stretch. My eyesight becomes distorted with black circles appearing in front of me. Once my vision clears my feet then walk over to my closet and my hands graze the clothes hanging from either side. My outfit is simple and since Marinette is running late I could've slept in a bit longer.

My coats, skirts, shirts, and dresses are all on the left side of the closet while my scarves, uniforms, and fencing gear are hanging on the left. Below on the left side are my shoes and on the right side are my pants. The jewelry I am given on my birthday is stashed in my vanity where it only sees the light one day of the year.

I take a seat at my vanity and stare at my sleep deprived self. I need to wash my face. I push myself from my vanity and walk to the bathroom just across the hall. His dark forest stare invades my mind and my hands clench the sink so tightly. The way he smirks at me creates an uneasy feeling within me and the way he makes me feel less than him infuriates me. Yesterday's events replay in my head. Felix's demeanor, his suit, his eyes they all consume my thoughts. His attitude was still as cold as ever, but his hand was so comforting.

His touch. It wasn't harsh, but gentle. He wanted me not to worry for him, but in a way I felt sad doing so. Without hesitation my hand reached my head where he placed his hand and the memory of his gaze created goosebumps to rise. Why was that small gesture so memorable? It wasn't like the time he held my wrist. It wasn't like the time he said he hated me.

What happened to him when he left? Where was he going? Does anyone really know how he feels? All these questions resurface and cause my mind to swirl once again. Felix looked destroyed that day and then yesterday he looked normal. Almost too normal.

My phone starts to vibrate as I make my way back to my room and Logan's name pops up on my phone. I should be thinking about Logan, not Felix. The sigh escapes my mouth as I answer.

"I guess you're not the morning type?" His voice is smooth.

"That's not it, what can I do for you?" We just talked last night, but I already feel irritated by his abrupt call. Shouldn't you be happy he's calling?

"I just wanted to hear your voice." He was upset last night, is he over it now? I take a seat on the vanity and stare at my horrendous face.

"Is it that serenading?" I laugh.

"Very seductive." He laughs and I cant help but feel uncomfortable with his compliment.

"Okay, well whats up?" I stray away from his complement.

Well, I missed you. I wanted to hear you first thing this morning. He reminded me of myself. At least the needy part of myself. I shiver at that pathetic side of me.

Logan..youre really sweet, but you dont need to call me all the time. Hes trying too hard.

"Right, I apologize, have fun with Marinette and I'll catch up with you Monday."  In that span of time he must've had his thumb on the button to hang up. He didn't even give me a chance to explain what I mean.