Aleksei & Liam

32. Chantel

(Liam's PoV)

The following day was a blur, I'd usually spend my Sundays being cheery and lively but today was painful.

My head hurt and my digestive system had given up, not to mention my absolutely livid parents who had the honour of watching me being propped up by two girls and dropped off at the doorstep.

They didn't ground me, that simply didn't exist in our parent-child system and so I only got a mouthful from the both of them and was kindly asked to leave to my room where I had spent the whole of the morning.

I was tucked in bed trying to recall yesterdays events, except for the Aleksei part, that I remembered vividly.

A lump formed in my throat as a fresh set of tears blurred my vision, why hadn't he texted or called me yet?

Knowing Aleksei he was probably still asleep so I calmed myself down and wiped away the tears before they could spill onto my cheeks.

If anyone should be crying, it had to be Aleksei because he didn't get to kiss me as much as he wanted to.

'And? I want to kiss you. I like kissing you.'

He liked kissing me. Why did that make me happy? I buried my face into the fluffy pillow and smiled to myself.

I had no sense of self worth whatsoever, Aleksei could rip my heart apart and reduce me to tears but there'll always be that part of me that would smile at the mere thought of him.

I fell back into a bittersweet sleep for the rest of the afternoon, my parents not bothering to deal with me until dinner time at least, but once I was done with that I headed back to bed not wanting to spend another minute awake and in reality.

If I can't have him when I'm waking, I'll go to sleep and dream I'm with him.

•••

I dreaded Monday morning, as much as I wanted to confront Aleksei I didn't want to ever see his face again, purely because I was afraid he'd be mad at me or worse, ignore me.

So I planned on having lunch with my friends, which would be a change from my usual routine of having lunch with Aleksei in the music room.

"Liam." Came a voice from behind me as I entered the classroom for our math lesson.

"Charles." I replied just as apathetically.

"How'd you get home, Saturday night?" He asked.

"Got a lift."

"We were supposed to be your lift."

I shrugged.

"You were pretty drunk."

That was an understatement.

"I'm aware."

"...you usually don't get drunk."

"Yes." I nodded.

Charlie grew impatient, he clenched his jaw with an unimpressed smile spreading across his face.

I didn't owe him an explanation, it's not like he cared about my whereabouts anyways .

"Okay. Whatever. Just wanted to make sure you're okay."