Five Foot Four ((Zach Abels Fanfic))

Chapter Eighteen

A/N Another filler chapter... I hope this fic isn't getting boring... I've got so many ideas and I feel like this is going to be a pretty long(ish) fic... but let me know what you think!

-Bec 

    The alarm went off much louder than I expected and I almost threw up all over the bed because of how sick I felt. My lack of sleep would push me down throughout the day and I knew that the gross feeling at the back of my throat would be there for a while...

    I was used to having six hours per night and that was hard enough, but this was a new level of tough... I wondered if Luce felt the same as me.

    She rolled out the side of the bed and hit the wooden floor with a thud. It was a pretty high bed so I was slightly concerned as she landed.

    "What are you doing?" I crawled to the edge of the bed and peered over at her limp body on the floor.

    "I thought this would help." She said, holding her head.

    "And did it?" I asked her, climbing off the bed.

    "Nope." She said and tried to get to her feet but struggled and just stayed there for a little longer.

    I headed over to the mirror and saw my reflection. I looked like a wreck. Worse than that. I had too many blemishes, red blotchy skin and tired eyes. I didn't have the energy to put makeup on but I felt as if I had to though.

    Luce got to her feet and stared straight at me with her hair knotted and down. It sort of resembled hay, but she didn't really care about it and brushed it rarely.

    I reached for a brush and handed it to her. She shook her head and put her hand up to decline but I shoved it towards her more.

   "Trust me." I spoke and she grabbed it out of my hand.

    I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth.

    "I've got to be honest with you," Lucy spoke through the door. "I really can't be bothered for today. I'm really tempted not to go today." 

    I opened the door with my toothbrush still in my mouth and shrugged my shoulders because if she didn't want to come, that would be fine but I wasn't going to skip.

    "Spit." She said and I went to the sink and did.

    I wiped my mouth and walked back into the room. I looked through the pile of clothes that I had left on her floor yesterday and I grabbed a pair of jeans and a long sleeved top, which I wore at the first concert... but that didn't bother me. I had no reason to care.

    I slipped into my, not-so-fresh, clothes and pulled my makeup out of my bag and onto the shelf in front of the mirror and started to apply it.

    "Tired." Lucy complained and I turned to face her.

    "You look like trash." I said and she gave me a disgusted grin.

    "I feel like trash." She laughed but with hardly any enthusiasm. 

    Neither of us really could put much energy into anything. Our makeup was probably the worst we've ever done. Well mine was. My hair was a mess at the back of my head, held up with my whole life savings worth of grips and a bobble, that was holding together by its last string.

    - - -

    We skipped breakfast and caught the train to college, which took around forty minutes.

    The walk to college was silent but not awkward. We just walked side by side like zombies and we trailed up the pathway to college much earlier than normal. At that rate, we'd arrive twenty, or so, minutes early.

    I stared at the darker coloured pathway and traces of rain droplets were still left on bars, telephone boxes, et cetera, et cetera. 

    The sky was dull and filled with darkish clouds and the sun wasn't in sight, but I hadn't really expected it to shine because the sky was still recovering from the masses of rain yesterday.

    It was extremely cold this morning, I wasn't sure if that was just because of my tiredness or something else but either way, I was uncontrollably shaking and it was uncomfortable.

    My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out, seeing a notification from Twitter. It was Jesse. 

    I unlocked my phone and it loaded up the tweet. It was one of those instagram posts that would go onto twitter also. I waited for the instagram notification to pop up, and when it did I instantly clicked onto it.

    There was a picture of him from last night. He thanked everyone who came, in the caption, and attached emojis to the end. Alien. Palm Tree. The Beach.

    I turned the screen off and put it back into my pocket.

    "Are you okay?" Lucy said as we entered the building.

    We walked down the hallway and past the other blocks until we reached the art department. 

    I shrugged my shoulder and nodded as if it meant 'sort of... I guess...'.

    "What about you?" I asked.

    "You know." She responded.

    My nails somehow reached my mouth and I began to bite the nails, which was one of the things I hated most.

    "Do you think he'll come back?" I blurted.

    I had tried my hardest to push him to the back of my mind all morning and I had told myself not to mention him but I didn't want to. I didn't want to pretend that it was a simple thing to do, because it wasn't.

    I clearly didn't want to stop thinking about him and I guess I wasn't going to.

    "For you?" She asked.

    I nodded my head, a little bit too keen.

    "Then yes. For you."