If We're Fucked Up, You're To Blame

I could Tell You, If You Let ME

ALEX's POV

I knocked on Rayne's door, hearing only light snoring. I walked into her room and walked over to her bed. She was covered by per blanket except the neon blue hair sprawled out above her head.

I sat on he bed next to her and wrapped me arms around her. Tears dripped down my cheek. "I love you," I whispered.

I heard a mumble, then felt Rayne struggling away. I stood up and took a step back.

Rayne sat up on her bed. 

"What the fuck are you doing in here? Get the fuck out!" she said, wiping the smeared black makeup off her face.

"Rayne, do-"

"No, Alex. Get out, okay!?"

"Rayne," I said, standing up. "Will you please just listen to me for a minute?"

"Are you not hearing me?! Go do your own thing, I'm not in the mood to talk." 

"Fine," I rolled my eyes, storming out of her room and back to mine.

I paced around my room worrying. What if I ruined my relationship with Rayne entirely?

I heard a knock at the door and groaned. 

"Yeah?"

"It's Skylar."

I sighed and went to the door to let Skylar in.

"Hi, Alex."

"What's up?" I said, restlessly continuing to pace around.

"Are you doing okay?" she said, worried, stepping more into my room.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

"You're not. Don't lie."

"What makes you think so?"

"The way you're acting...it's different. Actually, really different."

"No, I'm fine. Just leave, please."

She sighed. "Alex, I'm here for you."

"Whatever," I mumbled, as she left the room.