Forever Academic Rivals

Chapter 11: Pancakes.

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Scarlett's POV:

The next morning after my wonderful little date with Ethan, I woke up to no texts from him at all. I got other birthday texts, but non from him like I was hoping. I was hoping for a good morning text but it's the weekend so he probably isn't awake yet. Its fine. I am not upset. It's even my birthday. It just, it just would have been nice. He is just sleeping.

Oh god, now I sound like a needy girlfriend when we have only been on one date. It's only 9am, he is most definitely asleep. We dropped me off at 11 and who knows what time he got home. Sleep is important so he is just catching up on the sleep he lost on our date. That's all. 

I need to stop this thought spiral so I get out of bed and head to my bathroom to do my morning routine of showering which will take a while because I need a good long everything shower, brushing my teeth, doing skincare which will include some face, eye, and lip masks, then my hair. I need a self care day and no better day than my birthday.

As soon as I get into the bathroom my eyes land on my neck, these goddamn hickeys are not disappearing. It didn't even feel like he was doing anything to make them this apparent. He's got skills I guess. I massage my neck for a few minutes to hopefully help them go away. 

I soon get into the shower and take my everything shower and brush my teeth. I then put on a sheet mask and a lip mask while I just blow dry my hair. I'll redo it for my date later, I just wanted to shower off last night. I then take off the sheet and lip masks then put the sheet mask on my neck and use a jade roller to roll the serum into my skin. I then put on under eye masks just to look a little extra glowy. 

Once that's done I decide to get out of the bathroom and change into just some comfy clean clothes. I change into gray sweatpants and a baggy white tee shirt with some fuzzy socks with  no care in the world. When I go to make my way downstairs, I hear my dad calling me.

 I make my way down stairs and find breakfast on the counter. White chocolate chip pancakes. My favorite. I practically run over to the counter, not a worry in my mind. But the world isn't kind enough to let me eat in piece because my dad says to me "Honey, Happy Birthday but also, why the fuck are there fucking hickeys on your neck".

Oh Shit. I'm dead. Six feet under. Ghost form. Shovel. Hole. Coffin. Done for. Dead.

I just wanted to eat my pancakes in peace but I'm just not that lucky.

"Ummmmmmmm, there are hickeys on my neck? What are you talking about? Are you seeing things? Are you ok? Do you need water? To lie down?" I say hoping that the constant question asking will distract him. "Scarlett I am not fucking stupid, I was your age once. And the constant questioning isn't going to help you. In fact, I was around your age when I got your mom pregnant so tell me, why the hell you have hickeys on your neck". 

I blankly stare at him, trying to come up with an excuse but nothing good is coming to mind. I could say that its a new makeup style I'm going for, that everyone was doing it and hickeys are 'in'. I don't think he would believe that though so I just vaguely tell the truth "Dad, they are just hickeys. I'm not a little kid anymore ya know. Actually, as of today I am a legal adult so I can do whatever I want with whoever I want". He replies with "Fine, fine, I didn't expect you to stay my little girl forever. Well you will always be my girl, my daughter, but I dont think your fiance as of today would be happy seeing those". I then say without thinking "He is fine with it because he did it". 

Oh god. Double dead. 12 feet under. Ghost form times two. Large shovel. Deep hole. No Coffin. Goodbye cruel world.

"What the fuck. I did not need to know that Scarlett. Just eat your fucking food" he calmly replied with. Wow, that was not what I was expecting. He's so laid back today. Maybe he really does need to lie down. Better for me I guess. I just finish my pancakes and I practically run up to my room to see if I have any texts. Any new texts at all. From anyone. Hopefully from him. Jesus, I'm whipped already. This isn't good if I'm going t get out of our arrangement. 

I get to my phone and I have many texts and tags from people wishing me a happy birthday but not the one I'm looking for. God can't he just text me or tag me in something. Anything. I just want to know that he caress. Ugh, does he not remember my birthday? Is he still sleeping? Did he get his phone taken? 

It is only around 11 so he could still be asleep. I used to sleep for awhile until I trained myself to wake up early. Maybe he just isn't into a routine  like me and wakes up at 12 everyday that he isn't woken up by some outside force. Maybe I'm just crazy. Or just whipped. Maybe the latter. Or maybe just one. Maybe i'm just boy crazy. Or maybe i'm in love. No it's not that one. I can't be in love with him. i hate him. Right? I do hate him. But I long for his text.

God, I am fucking whipped.

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