The Best Kept Secret.

-25- Screaming Matches.

~Well, my update schedule has been crappy recently. I blame my social life to be fair. I swear Kyle has dragged me everywhere with him recently. So i just haven't had time to write this out...

So, I'm sorry that it's been so long! Hope you enjoy; And love you guys.

P.S. Song of the day; Every Avenue - Tell Me I'm A Wreck ♥

P.P.S. Can you spare a couple minutes to read my prologue for Dark Desires? I want to know whether i should start that werewolf story when this is finished, or creat a new original, so leave a comment?  >> www.wattpad.com/1884709 << Thankyou <3

 

Kayla had started crying again soon after her vow to find whoever was causing Alex to cheat. And when the tears finally dried up on her face she looked at me sadly, and told me she wanted to be alone.

Despite the fact she’d invited me to stay over, I was more than glad to just get out of there and walk home by myself in the middle of the night. I walked slowly, thinking everything over in my head until I was both physically and mentally tired out.

I picked up the pace and got home for midnight. Yet again, the house was empty, and pulling out my cell from my jeans pocket, I noticed a couple of messages. The first was Scott, telling me he was back at Lucy’s. The eight past that one were all Alex.

Wanting to know how the slumber party was going, each one getting more and more frantic and annoyed as I didn’t reply.

These were mixed with calls, but I’d put my cell on silent before I left and with all the drama, I hadn’t put it back on properly.

He only left a couple of voicemails, his voice full of worry, but it just made my stomach flip unhappily as I listened to him and his smooth tone, caressing my ears with every word.

I couldn’t bring myself to reply. How could I talk to him right now, knowing that he’d gotten my best friend pregnant, while liking him so much myself that it hurt to think about him and Kayla together?

I really couldn’t stop the jealousy that set in anymore. It just stayed and I couldn’t get rid of it as hard as I tried.

Restless and annoyed, and not as tired as I had been before, I clambered the stairs to my room, flipped on the iPod dock to some calming music, and ran a bath in my bathroom, using some of my mom’s expensive aromatherapy relaxing bubble bath. Clouding the room in steam, I settled into the hot water, almost automatically, feeling the soft, flowery smell fill my senses and relax my head.

Leaning my head onto the back of the tub, I felt my eyes droop and close, the warm water sending me into a comatose-like sleep.

It was easily an hour later when I woke up , the water lukewarm around me, almost cold. My phone was lit up with further mixed calls and for a few seconds, I hoped/wished that Alex would walk in and just take my mind off of everything. Then I remembered I’d locked the downstairs door for once, so he couldn’t get in even if he tried. And I wasn’t so sure I wanted him here anyway. I couldn’t cope with him at this current moment.

And as much as I wanted to fall asleep against him again, for now, I could cope with not seeing or speaking to him, just until I cleared my head.