The unexpected

Chapter 2

It's Friday morning, and Charlie's waking me up. She was making noise while she was in the kitchen, and then in the bathroom, and then right beside me. I really need to sleep, and we don't have curtains, so it's pretty hard to sleep later than 7h30 in the morning. But right now I hate her for all the noise. Jordan's coming tonight, and I don't want to be tired, and boring. I want to have a good night, he doesn't come often.

-Come on, get up Lauren!

OK, she really don't want me to sleep!

-Let me sleep...

My voice is still tired, so I take my second pillow, and I put it on my head.

-Come on Lauren, it's now 11h30!

What? She might be kidding. She just want me to get up, right. I try to open my eyes, but it's pretty hard. The sunshine's blinding me. I look at my cellphone, and she's right. It's now 11h32 in the morning... OK then, I should get up. But then I see that I have 3 missed calls from Jordan, but I don't need to call him back when I see his message.

I can't for this week-end.

Oh, should it be suprising? He cancelled our week-end, again. I let my head falling to my pillow, and I close my eyes. I feel a pinch in my heart, and then it becomes like a ball, and it's going to my throat. I can't cry for him. Not anymore. I keep my eyes closed, and I'm not ready to open them. Charlie's still in the kitchen, and she says:

-I know... It woke me up.

I hear her footsteps coming to my bed, and she sits next to me.

-I don't want you to cry for him. You shouldn't be trying to contain all your tears right now. This relationship isn't right.

I take a deep breath, and I open my eyes to look at her. I can't break up with him... We never know, things could change... I need to wait, because when I'll take this decision, there will be no coming back.

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The day seems short. Well, it's sure that when you get up pretty late, it's not long that the day has finish. Well, the only thing I did was writing, and reading. And for dinner I had McDonald's from Charlie! But now we're in front of the fraternity. That's the first time I'm here. Some people are out there, in front of the house, and drunk as fuck. Charlie makes her way to get in the big wooden house, and I follow her. Some people are chilling, and talking in the stairs, but in the corridor, it's full of people, it's almost intoxicating! Charlie's good to make her way here, she's almost here every day. We're now in the kitchen, I can start to breathe again. Everyone's there. Well, Charlie's joining Chase, Nathan's talking with a redhead girl, Hunter is groping a girl in front of everybody -almost-, and Blake's with a blonde girl. A really pretty girl. She's tall, and she wears a red top with a short jeans skirt. Yeah, some girls are wearing that in the middle of February! I've never been here often, but looking at them, is really boring. Blake's staring at me with his cold look. He doesn't care about me,and I know that. He doensn't care about anyone. And then, out of nowhere, I hear.

-Hey! It's Lauren, right?

I stop to look at Blake, because he's now staring at the person right behind me. I turn on myself, and I see a guy.

-We're in writing classes together. I'm Jason!

I really don't know him. He has long, wavy dark hair, with pale green eyes.

He starts to talk, but I'm not mentally there right now. I'm far away. I cut him without even realizing it.

-You live here?

-Yeah, that's pretty awesome. Who brought you here? That's the first time I see you.

I turn to point at Charlie, and I smile.

-Her.

But when I turned to point Charlie I realized that Blake's not there anymore. I'm subtly looking for him, but he's not in the kitchen. Talking with Jason right now is kind of boring, 'cause I don't really feel like talking at all. That's my lucky night -or almost-, but someone shouts his name, so he's now joining his friends. But I'm still very alone. Everyone's preoccupied with someone. I'm still looking for him, but maybe that he's upstairs fucking the blonde girl... The thought of this disgusts me. I think that I hate him because he's an asshole, but also because he's so damn cute! I'm making my way in the corridor. I really smells like shit, beer, vodka,.. Everybody's shouting, dancing, singing. I don't really see where I'm going right now. And then, I feel a liquid on my breast. What the fuck, seriously? Shit! I lift my eyes to see who the fuck put this on me, but when I see the person's chest I realize that we literally rush into each other. There's beer on the guy's shirt too. And now I feel this burning look on me. The one that's able to weaken me. I lift my eyes a little more to see the person's face, it's Blake. My heart stops beating, and I don't know why. His looks has some power on me...

-Sorry...

I don't know why I'm saying sorry but what I know is that he won't tell it.

-It's OK, follow me.

I do as he told me. I'm following him, and we're going upstairs. He opened the first door to his right, and it's a bathroom, amen. He opened a cabinets, and he takes two washclothes. He gives me one of them, and he sits on the toilet, and we both try to wash our shirt the best we can. Everything's on my breast so it's pretty hard to wash everyting. I know that he has now finish, because I feel his burning gaze on me. I give a quick look at him, and I see something in his look. I don't know what it is, maybe desire, and his normal cold stare. I don't know, but I'm done for the washing too. He take my washclothes, and he gets out of the bathroom so I follow him. He takes a key from his pocket and he unlocks the door right in front of the bathroom. He opened the door, we both get in, and he closed it. The room is big, but dark. The curtains are closed, and the walls are a dark grey. It's pretty empty here. He only has two doors for his closet, two black dressers, and a big black wooden bed. He takes two t-shirt from his closet, and he gives me one of them. He takes his dirty shirt off, and I feel my knees becoming weak when I see his pretty sculpted chest... I know why all the girls want him in their bed... God! I put his shirt on, and I hear Charlie's voice from downstairs, shouting my name. I say an almost inaudible thank you, and I get out of his room as fast as I can. I can't be that much near him...