𝐵𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓇𝓈 ~ 𝐿𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒶 𝒲𝑒𝑒𝓂𝓈

Chapter 15

Saturday morning and I was a groaning mess. I was completely tired out from several situations and I didn't want to get out of bed. The smell of foggy, dry cloudy breeze from outside had trailed in my dorm and I was exhausted.

Xavier had pulled me out of my comfort zone now and I was conflicted. I had no clue why he did what he did last night, I mean he kissed me. I never saw it coming. My mind was racing in circles and I started to think he was just doing it for Bianca- was he trying to impress her? Make a joke out of me to get her back? After finally getting rid of my headaches I had gained another weighted one, a migraine if you will.

There was no sun today. It was a fucking gloomy day. God had definitely matched the weather to my mood all of a sudden and it was aggravating. No sunlight meant no motivation to get out of bed. I leant forward and grabbed my laptop from the foot of my bed that I woke up to falling in the middle of the night, and turned on Netflix. I was in the middle of rewatching The Walking Dead and I was already on season five after a week. I quite literally have nothing to do at night before I slept. Last night however I couldn't, not after what Xavier did.

Trying my best to get comfortable again I pressed play and immersed myself in the show. I cried a few times but laughed when I came across a blooper that they forgot to edit out the show. My migraine was getting worse by the second hour of doing nothing and I hadn't heard from anyone- not that I was expecting it. If Weems I mean Larissa was here right now I'd definitely be running down to her office for some form of peace and tranquility. I wished that everything was okay with her right now, more then my day anyway.

A few more hours had passed and I was still completely unmotivated. Of course I wanted to get up and stretch my legs and get frickin medicine for my migraines but I couldn't move. My laptop was now discarded onto my bedside table, my phone replaced it scrolling through my numerous social platforms that I didn't speak to anyone on. It was like a mind game. You have followers and previous likes but no one wants to pay attention to you, speak to you even. It's extremely embarrassing.

Just as my eyes finally answered my prayers and drifted shut there was one single knock at my door. I checked the time and saw it was half two in the afternoon. I had stayed in bed all day.

Considering I very much still didn't want to get out of bed I'd text him.

Y- if your outside my door I suggest you leave.

Fortunately I heard no more knocking so I sighed in relief. This weekend was supposed to be fun, I was scheduled to go with Xavier to finish on the painting- Larissa's painting. Fuck I'd messed up. If I had just listened to the older woman then none of this would have happened. And now that she's not here until the school week starts back up I'm going to be completely and utterly bored out of my mind.

Larissa's POV:

It was Saturday morning and I was exhausted. But not in that way luckily. I was convinced that after the way he was acting towards me last night that Andrew thought he was going to get something in return- he didn't. That was the complete last thing on my mind as I slept.

With all of the nerves of coming back to this house I'd overwhelmed myself. Overwhelmed myself with the thought of my husband, the room and not to mention that dear girl. I almost didn't wast to believe that I'd left her there at Nevermore alone, with all those students and especially the ones that hate her. Hoping that y/n wouldn't hate me for this I'd gotten out of bed and did my morning routine.

"Lari? You up here" Andy's voice called me softly as I continued to brush through my blonde locks. I smiled to myself as I set the brush aside, my hair falling on my shoulders quick enough for him to appear in the doorway. I moved away from the bathroom counter, my fingers running through the tips of my thick hair. "You always look beautiful with your hair down" he complimented me and my heart ached. I couldn't remember the last time I'd awoken to a compliment from the man. "Thank you" my voice always had came off softer and weaker around him. He'd always been the dominant one in our relationship.