"See this, what if I put two roses - a white one and a red one, and you only have a single vase that fits for only one? Look at it as the same scenario and you'll see the assumption I make. One will become beautifully raised, wonderfully be vibrant...
Waking up the next day, I can already feel my eyes bloated from yesterday's events. I honestly think I can't face the boys right now, this state of me will definitely drive Nash crazy, and that will make me and Shawn basically be awkward together in the same room.
But will I ever be ready to talk to him? After what he did to me, and don't forget the note that he shouted at me like I was nothing to him! Come on, he showed me his interest and now, he's gonna left me hanging?
Okay maybe I am just overreacting, I just thought maybe things escalated quickly, and that I shouldn't let my mind wander into things like this. Effing inevitable mind of mine.
I get up from my heaven, no actually my bed to be exact. I groan, never used to this feeling waking up for the first time in someone else's bed. Everything's going new to me, and clearly have to adjust big time.
And from the last minute yesterday, I don't think I can handle living here for the next month, and I have change my mind.
My first day was.. unstable. Never of thought it's just the first day and yet..
I finally stand up, leaving the bed undone. My baggy tank top and sweats wrinkled from all the tossing and turning of my entire sleep. I couldn't care less about this arid hair of mine, it isn't on the right mood to fall perfectly straight. I manage to take a few steps without being numb again, and I honestly don't want to take an effort to catch a glimpse of myself on the mirror, I'll just feel horrible. Horribly broken, and genuinely frightened of falling again.
I ditch the feelings and just go straight into the bathroom, should I be careless of what I really want to dwell right now?
I silently brush my teeth, thankfully, there wasn't any mirror in front of me or else I might want to punch it straight without me knowing. I spit it out, and rinse. Should I go downstairs? Are they still there? Or will they even be up for breakfast? Oh gosh no, I honestly don't want to face them right at this state.
Pushing the thoughts out of my mind, I change into much baggier sweatshirt and breathe in, I'll go, I mean, I don't want to feel so bad that I am leaving myself out of them, besides, it's just so wrong not treating them right, right at my first day in this effing place. I take a few steps out of the door, not caring about the phone I left at the nightstand, I am too lazy to clutch it in my hands.
Yawning, I hear no one out of the door. Could they be here? I'm pretty sure Elizabeth should be in the kitchen right at this moment or even at Sky's room but why am I not hearing any noises?
I take a little step further from my room and try to neglect my thoughts of looking beside my room, since Shawn slept there last night. It's not my doubt if he stayed or what.
I honestly feel like getting away from his euphoria, could I be even serious about not taking last night as truth? I can't make myself blind from what just happened and I am utterly humiliated by how instant he can change his next act.
But believe me or not, I am genuinely hurt, ever. I can't have the feeling of giving him another glance. Though it was also my bad, falling just deep as a hole for him, without him even realizing. That's how I think his dumbness and cruelty. But I am a dumb too.
'Just stop thinking about Shawn, you can't let yourself fall in just a day!' My subconscious keep on hissing with her finger pointing at me.
I sigh just another time, right.
"Hello?" The dark hallway is surprisingly empty, where could they've been? Leaving me alone in this humongous Grier's. It's just so weird not even thinking if they try to wake me up earlier, I did not hear a single thing in my slumber.
I stroll down the hall, finally having the sight of living room. The blinds on the windows are somehow opened, giving me the appearance of the outside world. Plopping down the couch, I rest my feet all around it, keeping myself cozy.
"They keep on waking you up, but you can't hear a thing. Got a good sleep huh?" I jump at the voice echoing the walls. I look up to see Cameron emerging down the stairs, oh that douche.
I keep my hands on my chest, panting heavily. I've never been so scared that much through my insides. Glaring at him, he just chuckle and happily trotted on the kitchen grabbing a bowl and a box of Kelloggs together with a jug of milk from the fridge. I mentally noted to do a payback one time.
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"You can't just show up like that!" I tug at my sweats, giving him the look. Honestly, this feels so weird for me talking finally normal with him. Without those smirks and desire that he reflects to me. And yes, I am confused about the sudden change of him.
"Why not? You look sexy when you're frightened. I might want to do it often." He winks, bringing the spoon on his mouth.
Here we go again.
"Shut up jerk."
"Challenge me bitch." He snarls back, but the tone of it hinted some playfulness I can't apprehend.
"Yeah, as prick as you are, you wouldn't dare to." I hiss back, not really fond of continuing this subject but I kind of somehow enjoy it.
Right, now that's an another problem for me. I don't ever wanna do this again, falling again, not with this guy who just basically is used on playing girls back. Not with this guy who just wants nothing but exchanging lust for a meantime, just no. Call it for an assurance of v card. And I am pretty sure that those looks he is giving me are also meant for another ten girls whoring around him.
I mean, who would even deny this prick? I can reckon every girl will climb a mountain for them to be seen by him. No exception for that, and will not ever wonder 'cause he is fucking attractive too.
Stop.
"Well, I can't be so sure of that, I can claim everything I want. Challenges are just a tiny deal for me, whore." He whispers, leaving his seat and tracing himself towards me, and my astounded body.
Standing in a frozen shock as our body collides again with one another, he pushes the chair away and scooting closer and closer as his mint breath comes across mine, his hand leaving the spoon it's holding, and his eyes can't damn leave mine.
We're only inches apart, and I can't help but stare at his torso covered only in a muscle tee while his six pack visible underneath. Believe me, it's just one of the few times I've seen such a toned chest. I don't know why but I find it so freaking sexy. Especially with him.
'Stop, Avery. Oh goodness.' My subconscious, again, snarls.
I decided to play with him, knowing leaving him undone will absolutely piss him off in no time. Besides, I can't fall for another trap like this again, I'm too used on his own maze he made me solve since last night.
Despite the hard way for me to get away from the warmth of his body inching towards mine, I manage to push him away, stepping back a little and make sure to give him one of his 'smirks' he's sending me lately. And noted that I ruffle my hair a bit, making it tad sexier.
And now, it's his turn standing on his own feet, frozen. And I perfectly did a good job for that little payback.
