[UPDATED WEEKLY ON FRIDAYS]
When Lilah, an innocent eighteen year old, moves nearly eight hours from her rural town and rough past to have a fresh start at college in New York with her best friend and her older brother, the last thing she expected...
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A small grunt escaped as I flopped back onto my couch. It was a dark grey, fluffy sectional that could probably fit two more people on it. Grabbing a pillow, I shoved it behind my head as I laid on my back and rest my hands interlaced on my chest.
Sleeping on the couch was certainly not a situation I wasn't familiar with, but the reasoning was. I had fallen asleep on the same couch several of times. Majority of the time, it was because I simply stayed up too late and didn't feel like getting up. The other times was from me returning home from a party, drunk and stumbling over to the closest piece of furniture, which was my couch. Whether I was alone or had company.
But now, I was sleeping out here because I had a girl in my bed. And not just any girl, but it was Lilah.
I had multiple girls over before to solve my problem so to speak, but they never even walked through my bedroom door and once we were finished, they never stayed over. If they were too drunk to get home, I called them a cab. If they tried to sleep over, I simply told them I didn't want them to stay.
Even though I treated them like shit, for whatever reason, every single one of them would get their hopes up thinking I'd want something more. I scoffed at the idea, knowing they only wanted something more because of the sex and my looks. Not because they wanted me as a person.
But Lilah was different.
And my best friend's little sister.
I grunted in frustration at my mixed feelings swirling through my head as I turned onto my side facing the couch. I wasn't tired in the slightest bit, despite it being nearly one in the morning. My mind continued to race, good and bad, about the girl who was currently sleeping in my bed.
I couldn't help but to wonder what would have happened if I never had gone to the gym after Lilah and I fought to blow off steam.
"Hmph" I breathed out as my fist collided with the boxing bag. After what had happened, I desperately needed to get my frustration out.
I honestly wasn't sure what I was more frustrated with, Lilah not being able to understand or myself calling her a bitch. I already knew the answer to that.
I felt like the biggest piece of shit on the planet for speaking to her that way. Not only that, but I knew the reason she didn't understand was because of me refusing to tell her.
Still, the look on her face when she had asked me if I still hated her. God dammit, I never hated her. If anything, I was completely infatuated with her. Although I never would admit it to Kayce, I'm sure he had noticed how much I cared for her.
Kayce and I would always hang out, at least once a week, and nearly every time, he would bring her up. Even though I had told him not to, so I could try and forget about her and focus on putting my worry towards my own issue, every time he'd mutter her name, I'd perk up like a dog hearing the word 'treat'.
