"I feel like my brain was just ran over by a really long train," Hope complained into her pillow.
I chuckled, shaking my head softly before I stood up from her pillow covered bed. "Well, be thankful you don't have any lectures today," I added, checking my face in the long full body mirror that sat the in corner of her room.
My fingers pulled at my skin as I examined the disaster of makeup I had left on all night. Mascara, smudged and hidden under my bottom eyelashes, dry and clumpy foundation under my eyes and between my eyebrows, and then my smudged lipstick.
I gently brushed the tip of my fingers across my swollen lips, reliving the passionate kiss I had experienced last night.
"Will you stop gawking at your gorgeousness and make me a coffee or something?" Hope shot sarcastically. I stared at the reflection of her stiff body buried in blankets on the bed and said, "I'm not your maid, the kitchen is downstairs," with a smirk on my face. I gasped as I stumbled when a large pillow covered in fake pink fur hit my head.
"IM KIDDING!" I reasoned, shocked at her act of violence. I only received and attitude filled groan before she pointed to the door aggressively.
Letting out a breathy laugh through my nose, I approached the door. "I hate hung over hope," I muttered before another but heavier pillow hit the back of my head, pushing me out her room.
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I stared out the window, watching the raindrops race down the glass as I silently cheered for the left droplet.
I had changed out of my black dress into a pair of grey sweatpants and a shirt that said Slut Sisters that Hope had gifted me for my birthday, while wearing her own matching shirt.
I jumped slightly at the soft knock on my door, spinning around to find John leaning against the frame.
"How is she?" I asked, fumbling with the poorly constructed bun on my head. He took a second to process my question before answering, "She told me to "stop fucking screaming" when I was whispering to myself."
My eyebrows went up before I smiled, "Slowly getting back to normal then." He let out a light laugh before walking up to me, his arms still crossed.
He lifted his head, motioning to the mess on my head, "Isn't it easier to do that while looking in a mirror?"
My smiled dropped when his eyes met mine, the concerned forehead lines I always hated appearing on his face. "Did you take your meds?"
I nodded, giving up on the failed bun and dropping my arms to my side.
"I don't like looking in the mirror right after I've showered, I'm all red and I look bad," I argued, turning around so John was facing my back.
"You're a very attractive woman, and you must see that, right?" He said, a hint of plead in his voice, "you can't avoid your reflection forever just because you're a little insecure."
I walked over to the easel, holding the clean canvas that was supposed to be my art project.
I slid my fingers across my upper thighs, grazing the old scars through my pants.
I hadn't been a LITTLE insecure when I made those.
"You didn't see all the guys drooling over you last night? What about the person who was shoving his tongue down your throat?"
My vision became blurry with tears before I cleared my throat, "I have a project due soon and I really need to finish it," I could still feel John's presence, "...alone please."
I flinched as I heard the door behind me close hard and John's heavy footsteps storm down the stairs, my unsteady hands reaching for a large paint brush.
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Romans**ENEMIES TO LOVERS** Claire Boston and Will Henzer are supposed to hate each other. After all, Claire HATES the popular assholes that walk through the school like they own it, and Will IS one of those people. After Will tries to make his ex girlfri...
