ℂ𝕆ℕ𝔽𝕃𝕀ℂ𝕋𝔼𝔻

Chapter 21 - cause some havoc for funsies

YVONNE POV
My alarm rings for probably the 100th time in a row signalling its 9am, not that it matters I have been awake since 5am, trying to wrap my head around the events of yesterday.

Me and Eliseo kissed.

KISSED.

K-I-S-S-E-D

Not even just once but TWICE!

UGHHHH

I wish I could scream but that would cause questions so my pillow suffocating me will have to do.

I am such an idiot, sure the first one was initiated by me but it was a diversion, therefore needed, the second one kind of was too though; kept us quiet. Right, definitely needed. Oh what the fuck, I am done, I am for sure losssinnggg the plottttt; AWESOME.

Oh and even more perfect, I now have his fucking hoodie.......How do I kepp getting myself in these situations??

I sit up, rubbing my face. The weight of everything presses on me, my thoughts tangling together in a mess of confusion. I HAVE GOT to clear my head, I should go for a run, then maybe a shower too, yeah that sounds sensible.

I run downstairs with my headphones on, not stopping to greet anyone and just make my way out of the house, running and running for ages until I end up at a whole different neighbourhood, my phone dead, and the sky just decides to star pouring rain, getting me drenched, but being very refreshing at the same time, forcing me to come up with a short of game plan of what the next move is, in this game in which I found myself.

Since the rain is getting worse I run back the way I came, making it home about half an hour later. By the time I stumble through the front door, I'm drenched to the bone—hair plastered to my face, shoes squelching on the tile, water dripping in a pathetic trail behind me.

I barely have time to close the door before—

"YVONNE?!" That's Hector. His voice hits like a whip crack from the kitchen.

A second later, he and a few of my other brothers round the corner, as Hector comes with his cereal bowl in hand, mouth half-full, and eyes wide like he's seen a ghost.

"What the hell happened to you?"

Behind him, Emilio's voice drifts lazily from the couch. "She looks like a duck"

"A duck?" I snap, half-laughing in disbelief.

"Yeah," he adds with a shrug. "One of those really wet, confused ones. Like a πάπια that wandered into the wrong storm." [Greek word for duck]

"Are you okay?" Adonis steps forward like he's ready to do a full emergency triage. "You didn't tell anyone you were leaving—Mom was about to call the cops! Your phone's off. Have you been crying?"

"No," I snap too quickly, brushing soaked hair out of my eyes. "It's rain."

"Yeah, no shit it's rain." Jason's glued to his phone. "You run into a hurricane or something?"

"I just went for a run, okay? Needed air." I push past Hector, hoping that wet footprints and chaos will distract from the utter breakdown swirling in my head.

"A run?" Adonis repeats, incredulous. "You left without a word, didn't take your charger, and were gone for hours. What even happened?"

"Nothing happened," I mutter, already halfway up the stairs. "I'm fine."

"People who are fine don't disappear into the storm like a character from a novel" Adonis calls out. "Do you want tea? Or a therapist?"

"I want silence!" I yell back over my shoulder, taking the stairs two at a time.