Oblivious

36 // Drowning in dirt

Nemesism
(n.) frustration, anger, or aggression directed inward, towards one's self and one's way of living.

-Elijah-

My eyes open. Sun blinding me. Head pounding and nothing seems to make any sense.

Automatically my arm reaches out, across my mattress searching for her only to come up empty.

She's not here.

My eyes open again and suddenly I'm sitting up, head swinging from side to side, trying to find her.

But she's not here.

And nothing makes sense.

Rubbing at my eyes seems to soothe my growing headache, if only for a moment. I try and think back to last night, at the party. Did she go home? Seems unlikely I would let her leave alone.

But I can't seem to remember anything after our kiss.

Oh god. We kissed.

My head falls back, hits the pillow below me. And I probably look like a lovesick idiot, staring up at my ceiling with a stupid little smile on my face. But I can't help it.

We kissed.

Elora kissed me and it was slow and beautiful and everything and nothing like I imagined it would like.

And she's not here.

Why isn't she here?

Sitting up again, I swing my legs off the bed only to be met with a groan.

Looking down I notice my floor is covered in bodies.

Sleeping bodies. The bodies of my friends. They're all here except her.

Kicking my leg out I hit Meeks in the stomach, he curls up into a ball, opens his eyes, scowls up at me.

"Where's Daze?"

Meeks seems to stare up at me like I've lost my mind so I kick him again.

He scowls, send me the finger and turns around to face away from me. "Fuck off Elijah, I'm not talking to you."

"Why not?" My head tilts to the side as I wait for a reply, when it doesn't come I roll my eyes and kick Valentin awake.

"Piss off Elijah."

"Why's everyone in such a mood?" I kick Valentin's back, not expecting the reply that comes from a half asleep Dalton. "We're mad at you."

I roll my eyes again, throwing a pillow at Dalton. "Can someone stop being mad at me for long enough to tell me where Daze is please?"

"She's at her house." The reply comes from a now awake Valentin, who's sitting up, rubbing at his eyes.

"Why?" My brows furrow, hands fisting my bottoms. What's going on?

Casey rolls onto his back, shoots me a look that says go fuck yourself. "Because you're an ass."

"What's that mean? Did something happen? Is she okay?" My hands already moving, reaching across my bed to find my phone.