Valentine's Day

Chapter Thirty

heyyyyyy:) its like one day before school reopens so this is the time where i kind of run away from reality again:) anyways, this chapter is....kinda interesting. It has been boiling off neurons in my brain for literally months(inspiration when i first thought of this story) and i was like yay! main part comes in! story ending! :D anyway, this is dedicated to weiye for making me high for the whole day with all the votes! thank you dear! so, you shall get this chapter:)

  I heard tapping on the window. Groaning in annoyance, I turned away from my lamp and faced the wall.

  “Go away,” I mumbled.

  The tapping continued. I pressed my face against the pillow and tried to go back to sleep. My mind slowly registered the tapping. It wouldn't possibly the branch of a tree hitting. It was too consistent, and the sound was getting louder.

  Annoyed, I yanked my eyes open, it being crusty with dried up tears and mucus. Wincing at the harsh light, I rubbed my eyes and pushed myself up on an elbow, trying to focus. I had probably cried myself to sleep again, because my blankets were all wet.

  Then, I realized that there was a person outside my window, leaning against a ledge.

  “Holy crap!” I squeaked as I rubbed my eyes some more to get them into working condition.

  If it was some burglar, I swear I'm going to kick his ass! Then, my eyes righted itself.

  Damn.

  I was tempted  to go back to sleep. I could just leave him there hanging by the ledge, suffering in the cold, freezing night but noooo, I just had to get into a game with him. Gosh, I hate it.

  I shoved my blanket aside, still squinting and walked over with legs cramped up from curling over on one side for too long. Muttering curses, I yanked the window open, letting the freezing air rush into my warm room.

  “Yes Thomas?” I made my voice extra sweet. “What can I do for you now?” I demanded.

  “You look terrible.” He told me as he climbed into my room.

  Wait, he climbed into my room.

  What the hell was he doing in my room?

  “No thanks to you of course,” I muttered. “Thomas,” I spun around to stop him from entering further. “Get out.”

  “I'm sure you can be more hospitable than that.” He teased.

  I wasn't in the best mood to deal with him. I had practically spent my whole day in the room, refusing to even eat anything until I fell asleep to exhaustion and self-pity. And now, this idiot of a guy turns up at what, twelve midnight in my room and buddy, I was about to hit the roof.

  “I'm not in the mood for this, Thomas. You just turned my life upside down in one whole day. You don't deserve to be in my room.” I told him stonily.

  “Oh, you would like what I'm about to say very much.” He smirked at me.

  I wanted to die. I really wanted to. I thought that I had cried enough through the whole day, because I have never cried so much in my life, but apparently, I was wrong.

  Turning away from him, I brushed my hair out of my face and plopped down on my study chair, sitting in full blast of the cold air. The air created goosebumps on my bare shoulders  because people don't wear jackets when they sleep. They don't really plan on having visitors at night, but I didn't care. At least the wind wasn't a thing called Thomas. I rested my elbows on the table and looked at my knees, taking deep breaths.