One Night Stand

Scared To Hell

Sierra POV

   I plaid with the end of the blanket. I had an exam later today but I was to tired to care. I would go out in my sweats. Last night had left me tired and anxious.

After everything that happened I didn't want to leave the house. I was scared of seeing Blake again. Oh, how I hated him. He used me, betrayed my trust and above all- the major thing- was that I believed he loved me. I believed he would be there and care and always stick up for me. But that was washed out the window when I saw the unmistakable happen in my own bed. Cocky, selfish, stupid, man slut!

But Alex had said something. "He can break you down, give you crap and rub it in your face but you will always be one hundred times better that he is." And it damned right cheered me up.

   Alex walked out from his room. "Don't you have an exam?" He asked while getting out his favourite drink- orange juice. 

   "Yeah, in an hour." I told him while muting the TV. I was watching The Rocky Horror Picture Show and it was very, very disturbing. All the right wrong.

   "You need a ride? I'm leaving soon for work so I could drop you off before hand." There was something off about his tone of voice.

   Since last night when we saw Blake we were both on edge. Personally, when came home after dinner all I was able to think of was the night at the bar. It was burned into my mind, and it made some things extra awkward between us.

   "Yeah, sure. When?" I asked, focusing on him. His broad shoulders were right in his black polo shirt and his jeans hugged his butt making it look extra sexy. Damn, I sound like some kinda Perv.

   "Done checking me out?" He asked, clearly amused. I rolled my eyes at him.

   "When are we leaving Alex?" I asked, slightly inpatient. My movie awaited for me.

   He chuckled. "Thirty. Be ready." He walked out from the room. Playing the movie, I started cringing. How could he murder some one? Screw Trans-selvania, this man was just messed up; more than Kayla.

Thirty minutes later I was done watching my movie, shivering at the strangeness. Alex walked in. "Ready?" I nod and make my way down to the elevator.

We got in his car. The leather smell calmed me; my exams never went well and I had studied in all my extra time for this one. If I don't pass, I might fail. We pulled up to the front of the second campus building. "Thanks. I'll see you later. Bye." I opened my door and walked out.

He called, "I'll pick you up at two!" before pulling away. Alex really was lucky; he was a year older in age, and in his third year of collage. He had less exams but they were worse.

I walked into my building with a small frown. Here goes nothing I guess.