The Days That Count

30. The Day Of Heart Racing

JORDAN'S POV

I feel restless. This woman will be the death of me. What's her deal anyway? She gets drunk and kisses that guy at the club and now asks me if I like her. I don't even know what it means to be in love with someone anymore. Everything I thought was a lie. I'm not confident I can be a good boyfriend anymore after everything Yvonne said. I know I shouldn't take it to the heart but it really bothered me. It bothered me because she was right.

Even if I do like Heavenly, what are the chances of us having a successful relationship? I will probably ruin it somehow. I'm not a relationship guy at all. I don't even know how I made it with Yvonne through those three months we've been together. She's obviously been unhappy with me, otherwise she wouldn't have cheated on me and made such a big scene. I guess I really have no value. I'm just a pretty face.

I look at Heavenly as she sleeps soundly. My chest still pulsates from the place she touched. I remember the feel of her arms around me. Why did she hug me? Does she have feelings for me, perhaps?

Am I getting ahead of myself? What if she does have feelings for me? If we go out with each other and the relationship with her fails, I won't forgive myself. If our friendship and everything we've been through these years failed, I could never look at myself in the mirror. Judging by how I am, that is fated to happen.

I should probably lay low and not hope for anything for us anymore. My chest feels heavy. I don't know how to act around her when she wakes up, considering all the things that happened. She did disappoint me a bit, but that stuck up guy she kissed angered me more. He was forcing himself on her somehow, I could feel it. He called her a piece of ass, right in front of her, in front of me, and I could not let it slide. Heavenly is just so.. innocent when it comes to figuring out guys. She probably thought he was just being nice and friendly and he had the intention to take her home. I can't even think about it without hitting a wall.

My eyes open slowly in the morning. I feel something warm surrounding me. The quilt mom sent me is so good for cold nights. Yet, it's not the quilt. I glance down to see Heavenly sprawled out by me, her head on my shoulder and her arm and leg thrown across me. My eyes widen. How did we end up this way?

Yuck. She reeks of alcohol. She didn't even take off her make up. I should probably aid her with that. Her lashes twitch a bit and slowly, her eyelids pull up, revealing her drowsy hazel eyes. She looks in one direction for a while but then glances up at me. God, help me. She is still beautiful even hungover with makeup smeared all over her face. Our eyes meet. Hers widen. She quickly pulls away and gasps.

"What is this? Where am I?", she says with a hoarse voice, "Ugh," Heaven holds her forehead as she lies back on the pillow, "My head hurts so bad. "

I sigh and sit up, "You're hungover. Wait here. I'll bring you some medicine and water. "

"No way, I'll just go back, " she tries to sit up but fails miserably, "I feel sick. "

No, no.

I look around with a distraught expression searching for a bag. I find one in my nightstand where I keep some candy and quickly drop it out. I give Heavenly the bag, "Take this if you need to throw up. I'll go get you some painkillers. I think Baek-Hyun took them. "

She shivers and nuzzles more into the covers. I get up and go to the living room. No sign of Baek-Hyun or Aliyah. My eyes scan the big round clock on the wall to find out that it's eleven. We slept in that long? I don't even remember when I fell asleep. Somewhere in the middle of thinking about me and Heavenly and Yvonne, and Maxx and Heavenly and that guy... I just can't seem to cool my head. I find painkillers on the table in the living room surprisingly. Baek must have thought about this in advance and left them there for us in case we need them. That's just the kind of guy he is. I text him asking where he went.