Tidal Wave. ~

Questioning The Obvious.

The smell of bacon and eggs entered my nostrils and I fluttered open my eyelids. After laying there for a few moments...I remembered what events had taken place last night. I groaned loudly and slammed a pillow over my face. Today was just not my day.

"Avery! Breakfast is ready!" My mom shouted from downstairs.

"Coming mum!" I shouted back, sitting up in bed. I swung my legs off the side of the bed and hopped down. I started walking out of the room before I noticed that I was still in the clothes I wore yesterday. My mom would think something was up if she saw me. I quickly jumped into some sweats and a big t-shirt and made my way down the stairs.

"Hola mom." I said taking the plate she handed me.  She raised an eyebrow at me while chuckling.

"Hola? Sweetie. You take French." She corrected as she sat down next to me. I stuck my tongue out at her and carried on eating my food. Just so you know, my mom made the best food ever. It tasted wonderful. Just like restaurant food. The good kind. Believe me, it was good. 

"I know mum. I just think it's easier saying hola. It has less letters." I answered as I shoveled in more food. 

"Well, how was the party last night?" I stopped chewing and paused for a second. I swallowed my food slowly and slowly looked up at her.

"Something wrong...?" I shook my head and continued eating, ignoring the memories of last night flowing back into my mine.

"Nope! It's was awesome. Really enjoyable." I lied as I finished off my food quickly. Putting my dishes away, I sprinted up the stairs to my room to get into a quick change of clothes.

I pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans and a black Blood On The Dance Floor shirt. I quickly tied up my hair into a pony tail and slid on some white converse. Before I fell asleep last night, I remembered Francis saying that I could come over anytime, and to contact him when I needed.

I sighed and made my way out the door, phone in hand. I need Francis at the moment. I don't know how to get through this. I couldn't tell my parents. They would overreact, making me break up with Jacob and send me to private school. I know it's stupid, that I should break up with Jacob because he tried to rape me and he drinks and I don't know what else he was doing that night. But I loved him. Nothing could change that.

Arriving at Francis' house I knocked on the door, feeling nerves starting to act up. I started shifting from foot to foot waiting for someone to answer the door.

"Ello?" Francis said as he opened the door. He glanced out the door, clearly surprised to see that it was me.

"Hi." I replied, giving a small wave and looking down at my feet. 

"Glad you came! I was getting worried about you." I looked up to see he was smiling and I smiled back crossing my arms over my chest.

"Well. Come in. My mum made cookies." He opened the door wider and I slipped in through the gap under his arm that he had made. He led me to the kitchen and handed me one of the cookies. I ate it slowly and looked up to see him watching me.

"Ya know. I can't eat with people watching me." He widened his eyes and stared at me intensely and I let out a laugh. I ate the cookie quickly and made a face at him. He puffed out his cheeks with air and pulled his ears. I mimicked him as I crossed my eyes also.  All of the sudden i heard my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I reached back to take it out, seeing that Johanna had texted me.

From Johanna:

BRO. Get ova hurr. Chappy is ovaaa.

I chuckled under my breath as  typed out a reply.