Teasing Me as You're Loving Me

Chapter 13. Have a bad night's sleep.

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I open the door to the room my school assigned me, well, me and Jayre to see none other than who you may ask? Well, the man of the hour, Jayre. And his little goons who were sitting on what I assumed was my bed! I heave an angry sigh, storming towards them.

"Okay, was there a mix up in the keys? Because last time I checked, only me and Jayre were assigned to this room." I say and the boys look at me with stupid grins and smirks.

"Relax Hayla or whatever, we aren't gonna break the bed or something, you can still sleep in it once we leave." one guy says and some snicker. What was funny about that? Literally nothing.

I turn to Jayre, fuming by now, for what reason? Not sure. I was just frustrated and tired after swimming and running for hours on end.

"Jayre, I already had a hard time being your neighbor on that bus, I don't want a harder time being your little roommate for the whole retreat!" I hiss. Jayre looks at me with a bored expression. Woah, that's new. I always noticed the twinkle of mischief in his eyes whenever he talked to me, well, teased me. It was strange seeing it gone.

"If you're really having a hard time dealing with us 'jerks' we can leave." he says and I feel a pang of a guilt, remembering what I said. He stands up and makes his way to the door, his friends following. And I just stand there, not knowing whether to cry out in happiness or sink face first onto my bed and feel bad. Both seem like good options.

Finally deciding, I head to my bed and lay down. I stare at the ceiling in defeat. Why do I feel like I did something wrong? I'm sure i've called Jayre worse. Maybe it was the fact I said it with such sharpness and less snappiness that I usually had.

I sigh. I know one way to get this off my chest, a way I haven't really used in a long time. I heave myself up and grab my prized possession.

My book journal!

This is very notebook holds my thoughts, my opinions of books, my everything. I usually use this thing to, you know, rate books. But at times, I can use it to hold my emotions and secrets.

I grab a fresh pen and start writing.

A boy with the same pace,

Stares me down as he holds my heart and runs like it's a race.

He keeps my mind awake,

He knows he's as enchanting as a lake.

I stare at the words I wrote in disbelief. I quickly add some safety words though.

Jayre Loren Johnson, I hate you so much, I don't know why, each snarky comment you make gets me riled up and I just wish you would stop.

I sigh, now this was just pathetic and badly written. I cross some words out lazily before deciding to read yet another romance novel.

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It was like one AM when I hear the door knob click and slowly twist open. I sat up straight in an instant, only to see Jayre sluggishly making his way to the door, when I notice a he had a black eye.

I stumble out of bed and rush towards him, once I got to him, I reached my hand out to graze his eye and he flicnhes ever so slightly. "We need to get you to your bed." I say, in a voice that could register as a whisper. Jayre nods though so it was audible enough. I help him make his way to his side of the room before scrambling to get at an ice pack.

Once I got it, I took four long strides to get back to him before holding the ice pack to his eye. After a few seconds I huff. "Are you gonna tell me what happened?" Jayre just made a rough sound under his breath and I narrowed my eyes. "You need to tell me." I say with a tone I only ever used when having a debate or an argument.

"Just got into a fight, that's all."

"Who initiated, and what caused the fight?" I asked and Jayre shook his head. My lips pursed. "Jayre, you have to tell me." I insist.

"No..." he groans and I place both my hands on my hips

You're gonna tell me everything  in the morning, no excuses." I scold, as if he's a child. Either that or I had to ask Wacky. He always knew the latest gossip.

Jayre must've heard what I said by the way his brows furrowed, but he just sank into his bed and closed his eyes.

I sigh. Was he drunk or something? I'm sure a fight wouldn't have made him this sluggish and unresponsive. I walk to my bed, take off my glasses and cozy myself up before drifting asleep.

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The next morning I woke up to Jayre's empty bed. Okay, so, I guess he's feeling better. I thought and sat up. I yawned and grabbed my phone to check what time it was. The screen flashed, 6:37 AM. Wow, that was early, I looked around again and stood up, heading for the shower.

Once I was done with my whole little routine, I went outside, preferably to see Jayre and talk about what happened. Or with Wacky.

I hated the sight, it made my blood boil. Wacky and Zander were sitting with their heads down, trying to eat while Jayre's jerk friends were in front of them laughing. Are they testing me?

"Hey!" I shout.

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