Clueless | DAERIN

24: sour times

h a e r i n
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I guiltily wave goodbye to my best friend as she climbs out of my mother's car.

Since she's understandably not the happiest with me at the moment, she gives me a small smile before closing the car door in my face.

I sigh sadly as I watch my dull, blonde goddess walk up her driveway.

Well, technically she's not mine anymore.

This thought instantly causes my mood to drop.

I turn away from the image of the heartbroken girl and bring my knees up to my chest, resting my forehead on them.

My mother notices this but doesn't bring it up, choosing to silently drive us home.

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I distractedly reach out and open the front door, only to stop in my tracks when my eyes land on Ruka.

What is she doing here?

Her face instantly lights up at the sight of me, which causes me to furrow my eyebrows at her suspiciously.

"Why are you here? Don't you have a family to go home to?" I tease her, but it comes out harsher than intended.

Her smile drops at my tone.

"Ouch, I haven't seen you in two weeks; I came to check on you," she says as I walk into my house.

Oh, right.

I forgot that Dani practically forbade me from seeing Ruka while we were dating.

I frown as I think about this.

I could have at least checked up on Ruka without Dani's knowledge.

But if she had found out, she would have become suspicious and labeled me a cheater.

Ugh.

This is all so freaking confusing!

"Sorry," I guiltily sigh.

I comb one of my hands through my long brunette hair and make my way toward the staircase, not caring if she is following me or not.

"Now isn't the best time; I'm kind of busy," I vaguely tell her.

I almost instantly hear her footsteps echo after mine on the staircase at my choice of words.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asks me.

Yes.

I roll my eyes at this and enter my messy bedroom.

What?

School has been kicking my already unconscious body.

"No, not really," I reply with a clipped tone.

I throw my backpack onto the floor near my bed before walking toward my closet where my travel bags are located.

I hear her enter my bedroom as I search for my duffle bag.

I assume that she is looking around my room since I can no longer hear her footsteps.

The two of us remain silent as we do our own things.

My eyes spot my black duffle bag near my shoes, causing my heart to jump in my chest.

Am I sure I want to do this?

I nervously bite my bottom lip as I take a second to really think about this question.