His | Mine | Ours

Chapter 93

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Leah's POV

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I hear my door open and look over to that girl that is with Charlie.

Irene? Erin?

No wait. I think she said her name was Liz.

Ew.

"What are you doing here?" I ask her as she shuts the door behind her.

"I brought you some water." she replies.

Before I can protest, I feel my mouth go dry and I realize that I'm thristy.

I choose to remain silent and watch her walk over to me.

She hands me the cup and I take it.

As soon as the water touches my lips, I greedily gulp it down. 

She takes the cup from me when I'm finished and sits it on the dresser.

"Thank you." I say, using the back of my hand to wipe my mouth. "You can go now."

"I want to stay." she replies.

I frown.

"No." I look at her as if she had grown a second head.

"I can take the floor." she gets down on the floor, ignoring what I said. "I need somewhere to rest."

"You can rest in Seth's room." I retort.

"It's not appropriate." she excuses. "And Seth is too chatty."

"......"

I can't really argue with her there.

"You can always go home." I say.

"What home?" she says.

"......"

Why do I suddenly feel uncomfortable?

"Can't you just tell Chief you're ready to go?" I sigh.

"I can." she says. "But I won't."

"And why not?" I glare.

"Because he needs this." she says. "He stuck in a depressing house with two equally depressed teens. If drinking with his buddies is going to take the load off, why not let him enjoy it?"

"......"

"Don't worry. I'll be quiet so I won't bother you." she says. "I don't snore either."

"......."

The room falls silent and I fail to think of any reasonable excuse to get her out of here.

I huff in frustration and turn over, pretending she's not here.

I try to go to sleep but my body aches, leaving me restless.

I'm such an idiot. 

Why did I have to run out into the freaking cold with just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt?

I toss and turn, struggling to go to sleep until I accept that I wouldn't be sleeping anytime soon.

This sucks.

"Can't sleep?" Iris asks me all of sudden.

"I thought you were going to sleep." I accuse.

"I tried." she says. "You keep tossing in your bed."