Sorry I'm Insane 2 // COMPLETE

0.3; Her

Kian's POV

I feel someone stir next to me, unfolding my arms from around their body. I hear them walk off, and fall back into slumber. Not even five minutes after that I'm woken up by her. She's shaking my body, seeming kind of frantic.

"Whats wrong?" I ask, getting up.

"Check your phone." She croaks out and I pick it up and enter my passcode in.

I look at the text, my eyes going wide. 'Where's reece. ill be over soon if you dont tell me, fucker'

The doorbell goes off, and I'm in panic mode. "You're not here, okay? Hide in my closet, I will tell you when you can come out. I love you, Reece..." I trail off before walking downstairs to meet Jc.

I wake up to a phone alarm going off. I sit up, rubbing my eyes before opening them. I look around the unfamiliar room and notice something horrifying. There is someone laying next to me. Shit, shit, shit.

I look at the floor, seeing clothes tossed around the room and a condom wrapper. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I look at the girl sitting next to me. She has long brown hair that has tints of different colors in it, all fading.

"Can you shut that off?" She mumbles from where she's lying.

I stand up and as the blood rushes to my head a have a pounding headache. Fucking hell. "Uh, sorry." I say, sliding my phone out of my pants pocket and shutting off my alarm. I have class in an hour, fuck.

"Whats your name again? I'm Alaska, nice to meet you." She says, and all I can think about is John Green's Looking For Alaska.

"I'm Kian." I say with a sigh plopping down onto the bed.

"Do you have a girlfriend? When we hooked up last night you said another girls name." She says still not moving and her eyes are still closed.

I pause, thinking for a minute. "No, I don't. My last relationship ended rather unexpectedly, though." I tell her.

"What happened, if you don't mind me asking?" She says sitting up and looking at me with green eyes.

"Um..." I start, not sure if I should tell her or not. "It's hard to explain."

"It's okay, not like I'm gonna tell anyone." She tries to reassure me.

"Fine, fine." I say, laying my head down onto the pillow. "She killed herself." I whisper and watch as her eyes go wide.

"Oh.. Oh my fucking god. I'm so sorry, I thought that she found someone else or something I didn't know. God I'm such a horrible per-"

"It's okay." I cut her off, "It was nearly a year ago. My friend wants me to get over her, but I-I can't bring myself to."

"Hey, hey." She says in a soft voice. "It's okay. It shouldn't be easy to get over something like that." She shuffles her body over to mine and sits on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"You're the first person I've slept with since her." I whisper, my head on her shoulder. "My friend made me get drunk and get laid."

"Shh. It's okay." She says back, "He's a dick if he made you do that.

"Not really." I mumble. "I need some way to get over her."

"Would you like me to help? I know it won't be easy but..."

"Uh... I don't know."

"Well," She pulls out of our hug. She picks my phone up that was next to us on the bed. She presses the home button, the phone lighting up and showing a picture of Reece and I. "Is that her?" She asks quietly. I barely nod, but I know she knows.

She slides to where I have to put my code in and I put it in, the date Reece died. She finds my contacts, creating one for herself.

"When you think you're ready to move on, you can shoot me a text." She smiles at me, handing me my phone. "I have class though, so I should be leaving."

"Where are we? I should go back to my apartment." I mumble standing up and ruffling my hair. I slide on my clothes along with Alaska. "Shit, I don't have a car."

"I can bring you. I drove here." She tells me and I nod, thanking her.

The car ride is silent other than me telling her how to get to my apartment and light music playing. We pull up in front of it and bid each other an awkward goodbye and I'm now on my way to my floor. I unlock the door swiftly, finding Hunter on the couch.

"Hey, bud." I greet him while shutting the door. He glances up from the movie he was watching, a massive grin on his face.

"How was last night? You were fucking hammered!"

"I honestly don't remember, but we used protection so that's a plus."

"Did you get her number?"

"Uh, yeah. Probably not going to use it, though."

"C'mon! Moving on isn't a sin, Kian." He says, turning his head back to our TV. "Think about it. You need someone there for you."

I sigh, trudging to my room. I pull off my clothes, hopping into the shower after taking a couple ibuprofen for my massive headache. I wash my hair quickly, scrubbing my body down with strong smelling soap. I'm out in 5 minutes, tossing clothes on to be on time for classes.

I grab my bag and keys, dashing out of my room. I check the time on my nearly dead phone, 9:47AM "Shit shit shit!" I yell, grabbing a granola bar and yelling bye to Hunter. I run down the hall to the elevator, smashing the button that as a L on it.

I tap my foot impatiantly as it slowly moves down the floors. It finally reaches the lobby and I dash out to the parking area, finding my Range Rover. I turn it on, only 10 minutes before Professor Goodwin closes the door, locks it and wont let you in. You get a zero for whatever homework and for participation.

I peel out of the parking area onto the main road. I get onto the main road and drive for nearly 5 minutes before I see the university. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I find a parking spot and lock my doors quickly, sprinting to Goodwin's room. I see it, and I see him approaching the door. I push myself faster towards the door, making into the room just before he gets to the door.

"Close one, Lawley. Second time." He tells me when I whisk past him.

"Sorry, Goodwin. Late night." I say while walking backwards to my seat in the back. I pass many classmates who give me odd looks because I'm panting because of my little run here.

"Okay, good morning class." Goodwin starts. "Today we are going to be doing something a bit different, but I think it will be the best for everyone." What? "We're going to type up last nights journal entrys and you will email them to me, so everyone will have someone elses anonymus entry."

No. No, No. My eyes go wide, and I glace around the room my eyes landing on familiar long brown hair in the front.

It's Alaska.

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