Ring of Love

Stressed Out

Ally's pov:

"YOU WHAT?!" Claire shrieks, jumping off her bed in shock, causing a loud BANG to echo across the room. 

I'm sure our downstairs neighbors didn't appreciate that very much. 

I was barely in the room when she started bombarding me with questions about last night after taking one look at me and my attire. 

Axel let me borrow his clothes so that I wouldn't have had to put my dirty dress back on from last night. I was grateful for the offer, considering that my dress smelled like alcohol and sweat. 

What I didn't consider though is the impression it would give to my awaiting roommate, who seems to have been waiting for my appearance for these past couple of hours, considering how fast she was to fire off her questions.

And so, I answered, and when it came to the part where she asked me if we kissed yet, I couldn't keep back my grin, letting my expression answer for itself.

Hence, my current predicament. 

"We kissed," I confirm, watching as she dances around the room with a goofy grin on her face. 

My best friend, everyone. 

"I KNEW it was going to happen. I felt it in my bones. The guy could barely keep his eyes off of you the entire night, it was bound to happen." She says, briefly stopping in front of me to pull me in a hug. 

I laugh, before hugging her back, "You were right, the dress did wonders." 

She pulls back and rolls her eyes dramatically, "It wasn't the dress, silly, it was the person in the dress. You. You could have been out there in a garbage bag and I'm sure the same sequence of events would have occurred."

I almost laugh out loud at the way she's so confident in that answer. 

As if I would even go out in anything less than perfect...

I'm no fashion major for no reason. 

"You seem fairly certain of that," I say, giving her a look. 

"Because I am certain." She says, putting her hands on her hips to get the point across. 

I nod my head, letting her believe she's right. 

Even though I understand the point she is trying to get across, I have some serious doubts about her ridiculous claim. 

I begin to move around the room, gathering my items for a shower as Claire sends out a text to Zoe to meet us in our room when she's done with work.

I check my phone once before heading into the shower, becoming a little disappointed by the lack of notification. 

I had texted Sophia to ask about how her weekend went on the way over. I haven't heard from her since she left for her boyfriend's apartment on Friday morning, and now it's already Sunday afternoon. 

I guess that is really only two days, but going from the four of us spending nearly every second of the weekdays together, to nearly radio silence on the weekend, is a pretty weird feeling. 

I try not to think about it too much though as I decide to use the rest of my shower time to clear my mind.

I didn't think about school, Sophia, or even Axel.

With so much going on so quickly, I haven't had the chance to just take a second to stop my brain from spiraling. 

It helped, because by the time I get back to my room, I feel completely refreshed, physically and mentally.