ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɴᴇ? | Hawk/ Eli Moskowitz | SLOW UPDATES

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A LOUD SOUND PIERCED through the silence of the room around me. My body sinking lower into the cushion i'm laying on.

Being completely thrown away by your best friend is a huge punch to the face, especially when you didn't expect such a strong relationship to end how it did.

Part of me hopes maybe Brooke was just joking, but at the same time she's not that type of person. Nothing she's been doing recently has been her.

And trust me, i know Brooke like the back of my hand. This isn't her.

"Willow!, the door!." Mom shouts from downstairs. I flip over and begin to scream in my pillow. The white covers engulfed my body as my hair lays gently on the bottom of my open back.

I put in extensions the other day. The stitches at the back of neck are hideous.

"Willow!." She shouts again.

Kill me now.

I let out a deep sigh before rolling myself off the bed. I don't think i've left it all weekend, other then to shower and eat.

My body hits the floor with a slam, the position i'm i'm currently in reminds me of those crime scene movies you watch on t.v.

"What?!" I yell back, my body no long engulfed with the cozy white sheets but instead the hard wooden floor.A tank top and pyjama shorts being the only thing i'm wearing. my body is freezing.

My mom opens my door, looking at the god forbidden mess I call my room.

"Willow?" She asks looking around my room for me.

"Down here." I say tiredly, bringing my hand to my eyes quickly rubbing away at them.

"Someones waiting for you downstairs." She says, a small smile painting her face.

Who would be waiting for me?

She walks back to my door before leaving my room. I groan hitting my palm against my forehead in agony.

I really don't want to leave my room.

Curiosity takes over as i begin getting up and walking to my bedroom door, the body length mirror on my wall gives me a good representation of how much I really do look like a piece of shit this morning.

Before leaving i look in the mirror again and flatten down my hair incase it looks like i've just gotten out of bed. Which I had.

If i had a choice i would never leave it.Which is quite funny since when i'm in it I can never sleep.

i laugh at my own joke before i begin walking away from the mirror.I leave my room closing the door behind me, the small set of stairs come into view.
I start to walk down the steps, watching my feet so i don't miss one and fall on my big scrumptious booty and embarrass myself.

Once i'm near the bottom i look up, and there he is.

He smirks at me, crossing his arms. His hair is down, not in a mohawk but instead hung low on his forehead.

"Wow don't you look-"

"Nope." I state , turning around to begin walking back upstairs.

"So you just quit, huh?" My body freezes, turning back around to face Eli.

"Yeah." I shrug, walking back down the remaining set of stairs.

"You know i didn't take you as the type to back away from a challenge." He says, leaning against the wall beside the front door.