In Trouble [hiatus]

Chapter 21 // I need relationship advice.

A/N: Hey there everyone! I just want to apologize beforehand, this is a short chapter. And it's only just a filler. I wrote this and had to publish it today because I kinda gave my word to a reader that I'd update on Monday because it's her birthday today and she wanted to read a new update on her birthday. So Happy Birthday Mars_916_ , I hope you have an amazing birthday and have fun. ^_^

P.S. It's Monday today where I live, so I apologize if I'm a day late or early because I don't know where you reside.

Enjoy the chapter everyone .

P.P.S Izek on the side.

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It's been 4 days since I last saw Izek.

4 days since I gave him the chocolate and peanut butter cupcakes I made.

4 days since I lost my virginity to Andrew, a guy in my Art class.

Bwahaha, just kidding about the virginity part.

Today is Wednesday and he gets discharged from the hospital today. I didn't get much sleep last night because I was up all night worrying about what will happen when we cross our paths in school today. I actually even thought of faking sick, but no. I will not do that merely because of a boy. I will not be cowardly, I hope...

I turn my head to glance at my alarm clock which interrupted my short slumber with its loud, annoying blaring. I needed as much as sleep that I could get because my Athletic Championship competition is nearing, it going to take place in about a month or so and I needed to practice daily and harder each day.

Going jogging every morning was a usual routine for me, and Nate would also join sometimes if he somehow woke up early by God's grace shining upon him. I thought today was going to be a normal day, but I thought wrong.

6:00 AM read my alarm clock.

I push the comforter off my body which got tangled up with my legs and let out a yawn groggily. I stretch my arms and let out yet another monstrous yawn which could wake up my dead grandmother from her grave. Harsh but extremely true.

I blame Izekiel Lincoln Ryder for my sleeplessness. But deep in my mind, I knew it was entirely my fault and that I was gonna apologize to him faster than Justin Bieber could say sorry once.

I make my way towards my bathroom and twist the door handle and let myself in with the remains of my sleep still in my body. I shift my gaze to the mirror and almost yelp loudly at my appearance.

It's absolutely unfair that most guys look sexy in their bed head. Here I am standing with my hair let loose because I forgot to tie it last night, it could almost pass as a weird bird's nest made up of dreadlocks. Yuck, I don't even want to picture it.