Counting Down

Chapter 8: Timber

CAUTION: CRAPPY CHAPTER

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I wake up with the sun streaming through the windows and feeling a cold breeze hit my arms. I smile and mentally congratulate myself on waking up because that's probably the hardest thing for me to do on a daily basis. Suddenly I hear a groan. I freeze. I hear the sound of blankets rustling and feel the emotion of fear bubbling inside of me. I slowly turn my head to the side and find a tall lean figure on the floor next to me. I scream and throw my pillows at him as he wakes  up with pillows pounding him.

"Calm down Sky! It's just me!" he groans rubbing the back of his neck. Oh right. Derek is here.

I need to go home today. Stupid Angie had to bring her car instead of mine so I can't leave her here stranded.Great.

"Holy Shit Derek you fucking scared me!" I gasp placing my hand on my chest attempting to prevent my heart from leaping right out of my chest. "I'm going down for breakfast." I announce while walking across the room only to open the doors to an empty closet. "Why  is the closet empt-- oh. right." I forgot that all of my clothes were in the 'wicked bitch  of the West's' room. I look down and see I'm wearing the same clothes as last night and that I've got two giant pit stains the size of the moon and my face looks like it's been melted in the microwave. Don't even let me get started on my hair.

"Is that how girls naturally look when they wake up in the morning?" Derek yawns while lightly chuckling "Because when my past girl friends snap chatted me a 'just woke up' pic they look fucking hot." I give him a threatening glare and fight the urge of slapping him.

"I need clothes and a hair brush." I say handing him a 100 dollar bill "Can you please fetch me some from the shops down stairs?" I ask as he sighs before taking the bill and walking out of the room. I jump into the shower and sort of blank out as I'm scrubbing shampoo into my hair.

Am I the only one that does that?

I can't believe I slept in the same room as a boy. Correction: I can't believe I slept in the same room as a boy I've never met! We are still in that awkward stage of not really talking to each other. I barely know this guy at all. Hell, I just met him last night! I guess it's because I was in a stage of desperation and wasn't thinking straight. It's not even about Blake anymore. It about how Angie broke the number one best friend code and thought only of her own arrogant self's feelings. She knew I liked Blake but she went ahead and slept with him anyway, not feeling pitiful once or ever! And I remember the expression Derek gave me while hugging me. (Oh my God I hugged a stranger!) it was as if he were in pain, his eyes glazed with tears not daring to let one drip. This couldn't be  because some chick chose his best friend over him because that's not how guys work... I think. To be honest I know nothing about guys. I only know what they want: Butt, Boobs and Sex. I'm pretty sure I've mentioned this before. Angie has all three and is willing to give a guy any of the three meanwhile I have zero.

I step out of the shower and dry myself up before examining myself in the mirror (with a towel wrapped around me of course). I just stare straight ahead at my reflection and sigh. I'm not pretty. No matter how hard I try I'm not pretty. I slip a robe on and walk into the bathroom with a towel turban wrapped into my hair. When I walk out I see Derek lying on the bed watching TV with a pile of scrunched up clothes next to him.

Why couldn't he fold the up neatly?

"You took long. I got here like 10 minutes ago." he says finally noticing me while I reach down to grab my clothes.

"Shut up you fart." I snap back only realizing how stupid it sounded out loud.

"A fart?!" he laughs as I stomp back to the bathroom to get changed. The clothes he chose aren't too bad... except the colors don't match. There is a light pink tank top, a baggy white and blue striped sweater (which is a size too big for me) matched with an orange scarf and black jeans. The hair brush he got me is a small cheap one with a hello kitty on it you can buy for 2 dollars at a pharmacy. He didn't get any shoes for me so I guess I'm stuck with the same boots from last nigh