Bella Langley lives life with a schedule. Her days are perfectly mapped out and she always has a plan. Shower at 7, get dressed at 7:20, breakfast at 7:30, school at 7:45. She makes few exceptions to this schedule and that's the way she likes it.
E...
I could tell the second I woke up that something was different. My eyes fluttered opened, directly facing the alarm clock, 10:17.
What the heck? Why did I wake up so late?
That's when it all came back to me.
Eli.
He was here last night, or more accurately this morning, and he was drunk and sad and afraid and an absolute wreck. Once he finally calmed down, he got cleaned up and slept in my bed...
My eyebrows scrunched together and I sat up in my bed, looking next to me expecting to see his body laying there. Instead the bed was empty, wrinkled sheets being the only thing in his place.
My heart sagged and too many different emotions rushed over me. Anger coursed through me because he left without giving me any warning, but was quickly replaced by sadness because he wasn't here with me when I woke up. Then all at once, the embarrassment seeped through. Did he leave because he was embarrassed about what happened last night? Did he wake up and realize that he was dumb to confide in me? Was it something that I did or said to make him rush away so quickly?
Mostly, I was confused. Confused as to why everything that happened in the last eight hours actually happened in the first place and confused as to why he left without any warning. I needed answers, and there was only one way to get them.
I opened my phone and went to my schedule with a sigh.
8:30 wake up 8:40 breakfast and dishes 9:15 watch netflix all day 12:15 take break and eat lunch 12:45 more netflixxx 3 hang out with emma 4 go on a run 5:30 dinner 6:15 netflix. 7 shower 7:30 netflix what else 9:30 go to bed
I laughed at my netflix priority and go to do something I had never done before.
For the first time since I began my schedule, I was changing my plans.
I deleted everything on the list and instead wrote one thing.
All day: get some answers
I climbed out of the bed and adjusted my tank top so I didn't flash anyone on my walk to the bathroom.
Once I walked onto the cold tile floors of the bathroom, I saw clothes folded neatly in a pile on the counter with a note on top.
My heart rate sped up and I quickly walked towards the note, picking it up and reading it over in my head.
Isabella thank you for everything Eli
That's it? That's all he has to say after everything that happened? That seriously can't be it.
Was he mental?
I exhaled a breath of unbelief and rolled my eyes, tossing the note back onto the counter and running my hands over my face.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, leaning on the counter with my hands. My eyes had dark bags underneath them from irregular sleep and my eyes look tired. My tan skin was paler than usual and my shoulders slumped over in exhaustion.
I let out a long exhale and went to get changed.
I slipped on a pair of ripped boyfriend jeans and a simple light pink shirt. I put on a fluffy cream coat over as it was more than a little cold outside and slid on my white tennis shoes. I ran a brush through my hair and let it flow down my back in easy beach waves and called it good.
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