The Third Year

Chapter 21

Hey guys!! So here is chapter 21. I have a lot of songs in this one, but unfortunately, Wattpad will only let me post one video so I have attached the links at the end of the chapter if y'all want to hear some really awesome music! Thanks for sticking with the story and please vote, comment, fan, all that stuff!

Chapter 21

Ivy’s POV

When I woke up at 6:30, I didn’t expect Michael to still be here, but my heart still sunk when I looked over at my desk to see my chair vacant. Sighing, I rubbed my head, thankful that my headache had toned down some. Sitting up slowly, I threw back the covers and got up, padding over to my desk. I saw that the surface was still spotless, the way I always leave it, no sign that Michael was here.

Turning away, I walked back over my bed, grabbing a book on the way over. Crawling back under the covers, I turned my bedside table on and opened up the book I had grabbed. I flipped through some pages, but wasn’t really into it. Tossing the book aside, I groaned and stared up at the ceiling. I am so bored and hungry, but I’m too lazy to go all the way downstairs!

I closed my eyes, as my stomach screeched in hunger. A knock sounded at my door.

Tap, tap, tap.

“Come in,” I called, my eyes still closed. I heard the door open and close back softly.

“Hey, you’re up. How do you feel?”

My eyes shot open as I sat up and looked over to my door where Michael was standing, holding a plate. He’s here. He’s still here! Wait, why is he still here?!?

“Michael? What are you still doing here?!? Don’t you have to get home? And what about my parents!” I asked, clearly startling him with my outburst of questions. He looked at me with wide eyes, before slowly walking around the bed and sitting on the edge where he had earlier. I turned my body so I was facing him, the covers pulled up over my legs. I was sitting Indian style as I stared at him, waiting for him to answer my questions.

I watched his eyes roam over my face before shifting down. They lit up as he looked back up at me, a smile on his lips. “You’re wearing my hoodie?” he asked, sounding happy and shocked.

“Huh?” I looked down and realized I was wearing his hoodie. “Oh, yeah, I put it on earlier. It’s really comfortable,” I said stuffing my hands in the front pocket, my cheeks heating up. He smiled at me before looking down at the plate he was holding.

I glanced down at the plate as my mouth began to water at the sight of the fettuccine.  My stomach screeched as I quickly sat up straight, my cheeks blushing. I looked at Michael who looked like he was trying not to laugh.

“Yeah, I thought you might be hungry so I brought you some pasta. Your sister said your parents were going to be home late, so she went ahead and made dinner,” he said, passing the plate and fork to me.

“Thank you,” I said, taking the plate from his hand. He passed me a fork as he grabbed my empty glass from my bedside table and stood up, heading to the bathroom. I watched curiously as I twirled the fork in the pasta and crammed a rather large amount in my mouth, nearly choking.

My bathroom light flicked on and the faucet turned on, the sound of water filling my glass made my eyes widen. A moment later, the water cut off as did the light as Michael came back in the room, walking around the bed and setting the glass down on my nightstand. He sat back on the bed and smiled at me. “Need anything?” he asked.

My eyes were huge as I looked at the water glass he had just filled for me and then back at him. Swallowing the mouthful of pasta, I cleared my throat before answering. “Um, wow, thank you. I really wasn’t expecting any of this, actually. I’m good for now I think. Have you eaten?” I asked.