When The Truth Comes Out

Reality Check

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Chapter 9

Reality Check

My eyes jolted open and I sat straight up. My phone was ringing, somewhere. I could definitely hear that ringtone of mine blaring full blast. But where? I jump from the bed, oh crap bed! I forgot I was at Landons, what time is it anyway? I make contact with the windows plush curtains. There was no light seeping through the fabric, like it had before my eyes closed. I walked to the window and swung the right curtain over. My eyes adjust to the pool lights lighting up the beautiful backyard. I rub my fingers gently over my creased temple. Why had I not thought to set an alarm, thirty minutes, that's what I had promised.

My phone quieted with one last little "bleep" indicating that I had one missed call.

I walk back over to Landon and tap his shoulder.

"Landon!" I whisper in the darkness of his room. His body moves showing the slightest bit of life that was still lurking.

"Landon!" I whisper even louder. I peck his shoulder once more. Nothing. Actually I think I got a "mmmhph, gargle snatch," or something like that in response. So I take both my index fingers and start poking his clothed chest vehemently.

I gasp when he grabs both my wrists and jerks my body toward him.

"I was awake the first time you jabbed you bony ass finger into me," his rosebud lips grinned upward and his dimples sunk into his cheeks. I couldn't help but respond a laugh, well a small minded chuckle. What was I doing laughing though, I shouldn't even be here right now. I should be at home snuggled up in my own one hundred percent cotton sheets, not his comfortable, heavenly, Egyptian cotton sheets. Ugh, life was so cruel with its unaffordable luxuries!

"I need my clothes, and my cellphone. I overslept; I have to get home," I sputtered so fast that I want even sure he understood me.

But when he whipped the covers off of his body and sat up, I automatically assumed he had understood.

"Here's your clothes, all nice and dry," he handed me my hoodie and my jeans-this was after his hands practically tore my arms off in the jog downstairs-they smelt like a Fabreeze bottle had been pored between every thread. I don't even know what brand it is that we get but I'm going to have to find out, my clothes smell absolutely divine.

"My cars in the garage, and the door is loud as hell when you open it, so it'll probably wake my parents. Just give me a minute and I can find my moms keys," he went walking through his home, and my feet could barely keep up.

"Landon, wait, I can walk. No actually I have to walk. I-I don't want my parents seeing me with you," I spat. Okay, so, it wasn't suppose to come out that snobby and hurtful. Yet it did, and when he turned around to face me I felt the biggest guilt trip hitting me. I mean I would fall as far down as the lost city of atlantis from the way he looked at me.

I'm not one to hurt peoples feelings, if that wasn't already obvious, but I guess sometimes its necessary. And at this point in my life , my parents seeing me with him was a no-go.

"Right," he mumbled toward the ground. I knew he was hurt, well he was at least acting that way. I looked right at him, his shoulders hunkered, and his hair disheveled.

"Landon, I, I'm sorry but-," he interrupted me.

"Macey, no need, I get it," he glanced into my eyes. I swear I felt a tear trickle, but I chose to remain oblivious.