He's Trouble

❀Chapter Fifteen❀

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[Clark's P.O.V.]

I wake up the morning after the party with a headache, even though I didn't drink. Rays of sunlight filter through the blinds of the window across from my bed, shining into my eyes. I squint and sit up.

I sigh, running a hand through my unruly hair and glance around for my phone. When I find it, wrapped up in my comforter, I press the home button and see that it's dead. I plug it up to the charger next to my nightstand and leave it there while I go to the kitchen.

I open the fridge and pull out a carton of eggs to fry some. I'm not especially good at frying them, but they come out edible. No one ever did teach me how to cook, I learned on my own through trial and error. Many, many errors.

I still don't know how to cook much, though. I stick to the easy stuff, like chicken strips or macaroni and cheese.

Wow. I sound like such a child.

After I fry my eggs I pour myself a glass of water and sit down to eat them. I put a bit of salt on them and then some hot sauce. I eat them silently, thinking. Thinking about the party and how I shouldn't have even gone. It wasn't any fun at all. It's not like I could do the things I normally do for fun. I mean, I'm in a relationship.

My thoughts turn to Noah, causing me to smile. He's so perfect and I can't believe he's actually mine. I thought with all the negative things being told to him he would've avoided me, but he didn't. And I'm so glad he didn't.

A soft knocking at the door distracts me from the thoughts of Noah. I stand up and take my now empty plate to the sink and make my way to the door. I'm only wearing a pair of boxers, but I don't really care. Whoever is out there shouldn't expect me to be fully dressed at 10 on a Saturday. Or maybe they should, whatever.

I open the door without looking through the peephole and I'm surprised at who is standing outside of my door. A good surprised though.  

I've never understood why someone would wear a long sleeve top with shorts or a skirt, but it is cute. Especially on Noah, but he has stockings, or whatever they're called, on too. He's wearing a white sweater with a maroon looking pleated skirt. The stockings he's wearing are black, like the combat boots he has on. Those really surprised me, I've never seen those.

"Are you going to keep checking me out, or invite me in?" He asks in a kind of sassy way, one hand on his hip. I feel my cheeks heating a bit, but I laugh anyway.

"Sorry, sorry. Come on in." I say and move back into my apartment, out of the doorway. A smile starts to form on his lips, but then he frowns.

I close the door and look at him in concern.

"Are you okay? How did the dinner go? You never texted me back."

"It went great. I did text you this morning, but I guess you didn't see it?" He asks and I watch him walk over to my couch and sit down. He takes his shoes off and puts them on the floor beside the couch.

"Right, my phone was dead." I answer and walk over to the couch to sit beside him. He scoots closer so he's right next to me, his side pressed into mine.

I wrap my arm around him and sigh. He seemed kinda weird at first, but I guess everything's fine. 

"How was the party?" He asks after a moment of silence. He's looking up at me with his big green eyes and I feel a twinge of guilt.

"Awful, actually. Would have much preferred just staying in with you." I tell him and it's the truth.

Just laying in bed cuddling with him and watching movies would have been much better.