My enemy since childhood

Chapter 94

I woke up the next morning feeling just as bad as yesterday, almost worse! how could that even be possible.

The hard part was that i didn't feel bad because i was hungover, it was just something temporary and had passed before the end of the evening, but i felt so bad that Thomas never called or message to me yesterday, or tonight, or today. Not a sound.

I tried to call him once last night to no avail, i couldn't stop myself even though we were probably going to see each other today. I just wanted to talk to him so that everything was okay between us. I had even rehearsed what i was going to say to him, saying i loved him as a joke, but i had gone straight to his voicemail.

When i sat up there was a knock on the door so with a deep sigh i shouted 'come in', probably just my mum wanting to check if i was awake.

"How are you?"

I quickly looked up to see Brooke leaning against my door frame.

"I thought it was mom who wanted to check that if i was awake" i mumbled and lay down on the bed again.

"Well it wasn't. I just thought we never got to talk yesterday. I know you were hungover but there was something else too, wasn't it?" Brooke said laying down on the bed next to me.

"Did something happend?" she continued when i didn't answer.

"You know me too well" i muttered with a sigh.

"What? Come on, tell me."

I hesitated for a second before turning my gaze towards her. I almost laughed, how many times had we not been lying just like this and talking about everything between heaven and earth? million times and yes, that time it wouldn't be any different.

"Can i ask you something first? You have to answer honestly" i whispered, it felt better to whisper even if no one heard us.

"Anything."

"Have you told Dylan you love him?"

I noticed how Brooke was holding her breath because it was completely silent in the room, except for my heartbeat which was pounding so hard in my chest that it could probably be heard downstairs.

"Uh, no, no i haven't say that yet. Feels a little early even though i think i love him, i mean, i think it's too early for Dylan. You know how they are" she whispered and yes, i knew exactly what they were like in their gang.

With a sigh, i turned my gaze to the ceiling again. That said, Brooke knew me well enough that she could probably guess why i asked.

"Has....has Thomas said he loves you?" she asked so i couldn't help but snort loudly. But please.

"Okay....have you said you love him?" she continued so i turned my eyes to her and was close to crying.

"Why do you think he ran away like he did yesterday? I felt something was wrong when he left but couldn't figure out what it was."

"But what's wrong with saying you love someone?"

"I don't love Thomas, i was drunk and accidentally said it before i fell asleep, even though i love him it was too early to say it out loud, that's so typical of you."

"Seriously? You haven't even told Dylan you love him and he's a thousand times better than Thomas when it comes to that word, love. I know i have freaked him out and probably ruined everything!" i sobbed.

"Stop! Nothing is ruined, i promise! Maybe he was just shocked and needed some time, it doesn't mean anything's ruined."

"Come on, you know exactly what Thomas and his gang are like. What do you think Dylan would have done if you told him you loved him a week after you got together?"