The Best Kept Secret.

-13- The Make Or Break Moment.

~ So chapter 13. My lucky number. Hope you enjoy! You'll get more tomorrow! all love.

And btw >> the song on the side is where got the title from. I kinda adore You Me At Six. Not that the song has any resemblamce to what's happening in the story but i fell in love with the lyric. Give it a listen if you want :) ** I don't own the video **

Somehow, I just couldn’t stop tossing and turning that night. For once, Scott was staying in his room at the house, so I wasn’t alone. You’d think I might be able to get some decent sleep but, nope. As soon as I closed my eyes I saw Alex. My lips tingled every time I thought of him.

All he did was brush his lips against mine. It wasn’t even a proper kiss for Christ sakes. So why wouldn’t the thought of it stop haunting me for tonight. Scott had looked at me strangely since I came through the door, he didn’t even tell me why he was here, which left me extra time to ponder.

Had I led Alex on? Was all the flirtatious behaviour on my part, misleading? Or was that just an accident?

I sure as hell hoped it was an accident.

An accident worth repeating.

I couldn’t think of that. I couldn’t think of how much I’d fantasized in the last 10 hours of no sleep of him properly molding his lips against mine, his warm, firm hands pulling me into his equally hot body. Sure he wasn’t Abercrombie model material but there was no doubt that his tops fit him snugly, leaving nothing to the imagination. So, he didn’t have abs, he probably wouldn’t suit them anyway. The feel of my fingers running through his hair and my hand underneath his shirt, running over every plane of his chest, while our tongues explored and danced around the others mouth.

Shit. What’d I just said? I sighed and rubbed my eyes, and they came away coated in black eyeliner and mascara. I was going to have major bags under my eyes today. Just in time for school.

School. I’d have to see Matt, Kayla, Alex. All in one day. It wasn’t looking good so far. Could I afford to skip again? It wouldn’t do any lasting damage to my lessons, if I needed anything surely I could borrow someone’s notes and get someone to grab my homework. It’d probably be the best plan, if only to put off seeing the chestnut eyed, dark haired babe that’d kept me awake all night. The chestnut eyed babe that belonged to my best friend. Life sure does have a funny sense of humor. Hysterical.

My alarm clock rang, signaling seven o’clock. The time I start getting ready for school. I slammed my hand on the snooze button, giving me ten minutes to think.

Plunking my head back down into my pillow with a groan, I debated the pros and cons of getting up.

I’d had no sleep. My body ached. My throat scratched when I swallowed. It’d be hell to talk with. I was entirely too shattered to move. Even less to make myself look decent for school. I have no current intention to meet up with anyone. I would like to sleep. Cons.

I’d have to think a bit more if I wanted to find the pros. If there were any pros of having to get up for a crap day at school.

Looks like it’s decided. I’m staying at home. Now where is that brother of mine?

“HEY SCOTT?” I yelled.

“YES?” He shouted back, through the wall. Our bedrooms were back-to-back and believe me, it’s not as awesome as it sounds when you get woken up by his headboard hitting your wall. Ok for conversations though when neither of you want to get up. As is such the situation today.

“WANNA MAKE ME BREAKFAST?” I called.

“NOT PARTICULARLY.”

“PLEASE?”