Cherry Bomb [H.S.]

CHAPTER FIVE

"Maybe I'm making a mistake, an even bigger mistake than letting you stay here last night, but hopefully you'll prove me wrong," Marlowe says as she steps backwards onto her front porch - her eyes holding mine.

I feel my brows narrowing as I watch her continue to walk.

"Just lock the door up for me, okay?"

My eyes remain on her as she gets into her car, and I wait until she's out of the driveway before I shut the door - locking it just like she asked. I stand in the foyer of her home, and I look around as I try to figure out what the hell I'm going to do with myself until she gets back.

This morning when I woke up in her guestroom, I had an extreme moment of panic. I didn't remember where I was at first, and I thought that I had cheated on Rylan. Our relationship may be complicated, but I would never just have a one night stand behind her back like that. It wasn't until I looked over and saw the glass of water with the Tylenol on the nightstand that it all came back to me.

I tried not to freak out as I drank the glass of water while washing down the pills she had given me. This was the last thing that I wanted to happen with her being home. I didn't want to have to associate with her, or see her, and now I was in her fucking house. I stayed the night.

When I tried to remember what happened back at the bar, that was still a bit of a blur, but I vividly remembered Marlowe saying my name to capture my attention, and then she proceeded to wedge herself between the other guy and I perfectly. A surge of anger rose when the image of him grabbing her and throwing her to the side flashed through my mind. I drank the rest of my glass of water while I tried to calm myself down after replaying that moment in my head.

Seeing that my phone was dead, I plugged it in using the charger that Marlowe had left out for me before walking out of the room and down the hallway. I could hear faint music playing, and I paused in the doorway of the kitchen for a moment as I watched Marlowe move around the room. She was bobbing her head lightly to the beat of the song that was on, and I could see her mouthing the words as well as she stood over the stove.

Not wanting her to catch me just staring, that's when I made my presence known to her.

When she stated that she had made me breakfast, I know I let myself show my emotions a little too much, but I couldn't remember the last time someone had made a meal for me. Rylan isn't a cook, and Mum stopped making meals for me when I was five.

As much as I wanted to keep being a dick towards her, I couldn't. Not after she had made me breakfast. As we sat at the table to eat, I had to stop myself from feeling too nostalgic. It brought me back to when we would be sitting at the table in the dining room at her parents after school, and she would make us dinner. Most of the time it would be just her and I since her parents usually worked late.

Marlowe being back in the area is difficult for me, and that's putting it lightly. I had tried so hard just to push her to the back of my mind completely. I didn't want to remember the years of friendship we had. I wanted to forget her.