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13. Give Me Love

Chapter 13

I woke up the next day, my body all saggy, and my head clouded with fuzzy thoughts. I forced my feet to move and take a hot shower, put on a pair of worn boxers, and a huge sweater that went all the way down my knees. I stared at the mirror and pulled my hair into a messy bun, my glasses on the bridge of my nose. I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the memories of last night flash back into my head.

Lyle kissed me.

I kissed him back.

We kissed.

Yes, Cass, you both kissed each other. Redundant much?

Shaking my head, I snapped my eyes open and put a finger on my lips, a smile tugging on my mouth as I felt butterflies flutter on my stomach once more, and that little spark of electricity that coursed through my body.

I shouldn't have done that to him last night, leaving him like that...

I blamed Amber, and maybe, my stupid pride and fear. What would have happened if we continued what we did last night? Would we have admitted anything to each other, or would we have just left our actions speak louder than our words?

I had no idea.

With my stomach growling in hunger, I trudged downstairs and suddenly remembered everyone went out to attend some kind of group meeting. Sighing, I grabbed the Nutella from the kitchen counter and started eating it with a spoon, while I stared at my phone in front of me, thinking hard.

Should I call Lyle? No, wait- that would be awkward. After what I did to him, maybe I should have given him some kind of explanation, right?

I was clutching the phone in my hands now, biting my lip and tasting a bit of blood that made me feel even more numb and nervous. Shoving a spoonful of Nutella in my mouth, I opened my contacts and pressed Lyle's number, calling him.

Oh, here it goes.

My heart skipped a beat as every second passed, but I realized, after fifteen seconds, my call was left unanswered.

Burying my head on the cold, marble counter, I prayed silently that he wasn't mad at me.

Oh, but what if he was? What if he was so mad at me for leaving him there last night?

I screamed at the top of my lungs since I was the only one inside the house. I let it all out; all the regret of leaving him last night; my hatred for Amber; and just about everything that had had happened during that hell week.

Suddenly, my phone rang, and I sat up quickly, the phone almost slipping away from my hands.

"Hello?" I yelled, rubbing my back as I stood up, stretching my body.

"You might want to go outside."

It wasn't Lyle's voice. I repeat; it was not his voice.

It was Nathan's.

My heart was thumping loudly beneath my chest as I walked to the door, and I kept myself from screaming in anxiety.

Shoving the front door open already, what stood in front of me made me pee in hilariousness.

There was a bear on my porch. A human dressed in a bear costume, and then I noticed there were two of them there.

"We have a delivery for you!" Bear number one said as he shoved a rectangular brown box in front of my face. I was about to take it from his hands when he immediately opened it for me. I widened my eyes as I saw what was inside.