The Art Of Seduction ✓

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 I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That's why I'm trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning." 
― The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky

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I COULD FEEL the light shinning on my face. I turned around the bed searching eyes closed for my bolster. Frustrated, my eyes opened. I see waves of blue, brown and grey and it took me minutes to realise that this wasn't my room. 

To start, I did not own my own set of drums.

Getting to my feet, I was still dressed in yesterdays clothes and Kaden's jacket, the one I didn't return was now on his drum seat. I found my phone in the pocket of Kaden's jacket. I knew the chances of it being on was slim but as I glanced at the blank unresponsive screen. I felt my heart crash a little. Shaking my head, I walked to Kadens' adjoining toilet, noting he wasn't there. I glanced at my reflection. 

At least I didn't go to sleep with my make up on. 

I looked pale. Far from my usual state of perfection. My eyelashes normally with a coat of dark brown mascara were bare and short. I was lucky not to have many freckles but they were there and faint. My eyebrows needed a good plucking, my lips were pale pink and my fiery red hair was in it's worst ever state. If this wasn't bad enough, the boy I was supposed to be seducing would see me like this and I didn't even care. 

Two months ago, I would have. 

 Two months ago.

It felt like ages, centuries even. My heart felt heavy in my chest. Mum hadn't come home yesterday, Kaden and I had kept watch discreetly. I couldn't recall when I'd fallen asleep either. I glanced at Kaden's toiletries. He had three toothbrushes, two very worn and one looking quiet new but used. I took his toothpaste putting it on my finger and brushed my teeth. 

1040

I was missing cheer.

I waited for the anger, an ache or sadness but nothing came. I was missing cheer. I, the co-captain, was missing cheer. When Mr. Richard had given Kaden and I detention, the thought of missing cheer felt like a physical punch in my gut but now?

I didn't fucking care.

After cleaning myself up, I walked downstairs. The place was silent, I didn't see Kaden's mum at all. In the living room. I found a large pile of blankets on the sofa. Brown hair, messed up but adorably so stuck out from a peaceful sleeping face. His eyes, eyelashes sinfully long for a boy gave beautiful shadows on his face, his cheekbones looked far more refined, giving the jovial boy a more regal look that I rarely saw, his lips, oh God, his lips. Even now, they were filled with colour that would make most girls jealous. 

I swallowed. 

He let me take his room.

I was trying to recall how I slept off, but I knew it would be in his room. We had dinner before heading back into his room, where we had a better view of my home's driveway. I wanted to know when mum would come home. So somehow, I'd slept off there. He must have been awake and he left me in his room, in his own bed taking up fort in the couch. He stirred, the blankets moved.