A Lovestruck Haze

Chapter 14

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Morgans P.O.V:

I pull a t-shirt over my head and rush out of the bathroom to the ding I'd heard a few moments ago.

Kylie had gone to visit her friend— who's name was Samantha— leaving me home alone once more.

I reach the bedside table and grab my phone.

My heart sinks as I read the screen, a single notification showing.

Apparently ignoring her didn't work, according to the appearance of this message.

I raise a finger hesitantly before opening and reading:

Mum: Hi Morg. Im in town, where do you live?

I swallow thickly, debating what to reply, or which tone to use... I rub my forehead and sigh.

A shrill ring echoes through the house and I snap my head up.

Kylie shouldn't be home yet, maybe it's the mail man?

I check my alarm clock— reading 7:50pm— and frown.

It couldn't be him then.

Suddenly I get weak in the knees, remembering the phone in my hands, the person messaging me.

There surely wasn't any possible way she could find my address.

The doorbell rings again, making me jump.

There wasn't any way she could find my address. I repeat inwardly, walking to the front door.

Despite my words I still opened it slowly, peeking through the crack first.

I debated shutting the door as I saw who was behind it.

"Good afternoon Morgan." Ms Dean smiles through the slit in the door.

Pulling open the door fully I offer her a tight lipped smile, "Hi Ms Dean."

She plays with a ring on her finger, "If you'd like you can come over you can," she offers carefully, "studying only this time." She adds with raised brows.

About a million thoughts begin swirling through my mind as I stare at her.

I was lonely and bored, but at the same time I didn't know how to act after today— not even taking into consideration what had occurred the last time I visited.

But that test was also coming up... I chew on my lip in thought.

"Sorry but I'm in the middle of something." I reply with a small frown, guilt washing over me as I watch her falter.

"Of course," She takes a step back, "you get back to what you're doing." She turns to walk away and I call out with an apology.

She merely holds a hand up, "No need to apologise Morgan." She says calmly, and I watch until she reaches her own yawn.

I muse over whether I should run up to her and take up the offer, but I was drawn back to my phone instead.

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My fingers hover over the keyboard before I begin typing.

Me: I don't know who you think you are, trying to come back acting as though everything is ok. Get a hotel or something, you're not staying with me.

She replies almost immediately, as though she knew I was online.

Mum: Thought you might say that. Oh well, I suppose I'll have to find out from your brother.