Girl V.S. Boy

Chapter 25

Author's Note:

I decided to dedicate this to my good friend/fish Amiel (haha jokes) because I want him to call me because I'm fricken bored and need someone to talk to.

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Chapter 25 (Girl V.S. Boy)

I went home the next day, after a fun sleepover with Janice. All I wanted to do was get right back into bed, as Janice and I slept for only two hours.

“You look like shit,” Emily stated, as I walked into the kitchen.

“I know that, genius.” I looked around. “Dad’s not home?”

Emily shook her head. “Nope, he went Sunday morning grocery shopping. How was the sleepover?” she asked.

I nodded. “It was good. I’m really tired though, so I’m going back to bed.”

Emily giggled, taking a sip of her coffee. “Alright, good night, then!”

I had just woken up, bounding down the stairs after feeling refreshed. It was around late afternoon, now. “Em? Dad?” I called out, walking into the empty kitchen.

I looked over to the fridge, where our whiteboard was hanging, a message inscribed on it. “Dad is at Jennifer’s. I’m running errands, I’ll be back soon. Emily,” I read out loud.

I sighed, feeling lonely, calling up Janice. “Hey, what’s up? Did you take a nap? Cause I did!” Janice said, laughing as she picked up.

I laughed. “Yeah, I did. Aren’t you tired?”

“Not really anymore!” Janice replied cheerfully.

I shook my head in amusement. This girl was overloaded with energy. “I just called because I was bored. I’m home alone and my dad is at his girlfriend’s and my sister is running errands. I was just lonely—.”

I was interrupted by the sound of a knock at my front door. I frowned. Normally, my dad or sister would have said if someone was coming over beforehand. “Janice, I’ll call you back. Someone is at the door,” I said, staring at the door with uncertainty.

“Don’t get killed!” Janice said, before we hung up.

I walked over, a little bit scared. Would I get mugged? I opened the door, putting on the meanest face possible, just in case it would scare them off.

“Hey, Elle.”

I swallowed hard. This was scarier than a burglar or killer. It was Reed. “Um, hey, what’s up?” I asked, casually, leaning my hip against the door frame.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I just came to check up on you. I haven’t spoken to you since that thing happened.”

I crossed my arms, trying to sound like I wasn’t going to take his shit. “Well, I’m fine,” I snapped.

“I shouldn’t have listened to Rose. I don’t even talk to her. I was just jealous, of you and Brandon. A part of me did think it was true,” Reed said quietly, his head hanging low.

I glared at him, my posture tightening up. “Do you really think I’d do that?”

Reed shrugged. “I don’t know. I was just jealous and I let it get the best of me. I know you would never do something like that to me. Besides, we weren’t exactly official. I had no right to get mad.”

“Yeah, you had no right,” I agreed, sighing sharply.

He gave me an apologetic smile, opening his arms out for me. “Can I please at least have a hug?” he asked.