Fearless Beings

Chapter 9

Mia's POV
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My throat feels like sandpaper as I wake up, groaning and crawling to the bathroom with my toiletries in my hands. I try hard not to think of yesterday. I try hard not to think of anything, really. I just want a normal morning for an abnormal person. However, try as I can, images flashes before my closed eyes. I purse my lips, trying to restrain the foreign feeling inside me churning my stomach and gawking at my skin.

The way his eyes wrinkled at the corner whenever he smiled. The way his hands lingered on hers. The way he eyed her body up and down. The way I shrank back in my chair as I witnessed them. And honestly, I don't think I've ever felt the need to grab attention more than now.

The thing is, I don't need attention. In my school I was always provided with it. Although I wear nothing called makeup, not even mascara, and I don't dress like a slut, I managed to grab male's attention pretty quickly, muck to my liking. Of course I'd never be as Cass, I mean look at her for Pete's sake, she's like a goddess. Boys worship the ground she walks on. And I ... well, at first I was just like her shadow, not knowing what to do so I just copy her, not knowing where to go so I just follow her. Until I started being different. I wasn't like anyone in my school. That's the thing about me now, I don't follow the crowd. I make my own trends, decisions and rules.

It only impresses me how I inspired girls to dress like me, they even try faking an accent. Except for Cassandra. She doesn't have an accent and she doesn't try faking one. I guess that makes her special as well.

But my mind wouldn't just leave her alone. Megan Rays. I don't know what's wrong with her, but honestly? I don't know why do I give a flying fuck. I try to ignore the foreign feeling inside me as I step out of the cold water, wrapping the fluffy towel around me. Do hotels always provide fluffy towels, or is it just this one? I'll probably never know, seeing that I never had the need to live in one. So, yeah, this is my first time I stay in a hotel. My phone buzzes in my hand as I'm kneeling down to bring out clean clothes from the suitcase on the ground. I look at the screen

   5 unread messages. I open the first one, pulling my black jean short up my legs.

  Okay, so I don't want you freaking out, but the day before yesterday, you left your phone on the coffee table in my house to get yourself a cup of water. I, being the genius I am, took the opportunity and saved my number there in hopes of talking to you again.
-My future crush.

   Really? Couldn't he find a better name? Cocky bastard.

   Message number two: Awww, you're ignoring me now. Why, princess?
-My future crush.

   Message number three: Fine, I'm sorry, alright?
-My future crush.

   Message number four: Mia! C'mon, what's got ur panties in a twist?
-My future crush.

   Message number five: What's wrong with u, woman? If you don't text back within five minutes, I'm calling you. I mean, are you sure I don't have a child or something?
-My future crush.

   I scrunch my nose. Ewwww. My God, if he was that type, I'm pretty sure has about a million son/daughter and counting. I shudder. There'd be a lot of father-less children in this world because of him. I mean, half of the population would be father-less. But, like, I'm sure he uses protection, but this shit doesn't work all the time. Apparently judging from the number of father-less children. My God, what's my problem with this father-less thing?

    Mia, are u still alive? I'm kinda worried right now...
-My future crush.

    I sigh, deciding to text him back. Yes, I'm alive. Now, Tom, why would you think that u are my future crush?
-Mia.