The Devil's Pawn

Chapter 10

                I awoke to the sound of light snoring. Prying my tired eyes open, I came face to face with Trenton’s neck. I pulled back, shocked at our close proximity.

                I sat upright in bed, breathing in deeply.

                The sun seeped in from the window, lighting up the room. His messy room was filled with silence, save for the soft snores next to me.

                I ran a hand through my curls, glancing down at the figure next to me. Trenton lay on his stomach, his arm hidden underneath his pillow. His face was turned towards me. The arm that did show was bent at an angle, the fingertips pointing to where I had just been laying.

                He seemed oblivious to the world around him.

                I took a deep breath, running my hands through my hair again. I glanced down to what I was wearing. I sat cross-legged, the white shirt draping in front of my crotch. I pulled my hair to the side and pushed the blanket off of my bare legs.

                Cool air hit them sharply, raising goose bumps. I wrapped my arms around my waist, sliding them over the side.

                I wasn’t sure what to do. Should I go home now or should I stay?

                I didn’t have anything to go home in, but if I planned it right, my parents didn’t have to see me walk in. Of course there would always be the fear that they would catch me and demand to know why I wasn’t wearing my clothes.

                I could always borrow some of Trenton’s and walk home in that instead of what Erica had so forcefully leant me.

                I stood up quietly with hopes not to wake Trenton. I straightened, standing before my side of the bed. I crossed my arms around my waist nervously.

                Trenton grunted, tensing his body. “Why is it cold?”

                I bit my lip. Without realizing, I had dragged the covers halfway off of his body when I got out from under them. Almost his entire bare back was exposed to the cool air in his room.

                “Sorry, Trenton.” I said softly.

                He groaned, opening his eyes. “Why are you here? Turn down the damned lights.”

                “I can’t turn off the sun.” I leaned on one hip “And you really didn’t give me a choice when you dragged me here.”

                “Quite down.” He said, rolling himself onto his back. Trenton moved into the space I had occupied previously, covering his eyes with his hands.

                “How much did you drink last night, Trenton?” I asked.

                “I don’t know.”

                “Aren’t you just a ball of sunshine?” I mumbled sarcastically.

                “I’m not in the mood, Taylor.”

                “Neither am I. But hey, I had to wake up in my neighbors house, in his clothes, in his bed, all against my will.”

                Trenton smirked, eyes still covered, “You chose to wear my clothes. I’d have been fine if you didn’t want to wear anything.”