Marcus
I opened my eyes a little bit and noticed at Krystal was missing. I pushed myself off the bed and walked out to the hallway, deciding that following the vomit noise would be best. I walk into another room, which I assume is her mother's and located Krystal, who was bent over the toilet continuously vomiting.
I walked over and left up her hair so she wouldn't get it all over her. I rubbed her back, "Why are you like this?" I asked, confused.
She shrugged, finally get a breath of air, "I don't know," she croaked. Her throat was dry; I could hear it through her voice. I then ran back to her room, grabbing the water next to her bed and brought it to her.
She reached for it and took a few big gulps. She seemed better after drinking a good quarter of the water. I assume she was thirsty. She let out a sigh as she finished drinking and set the water on the counter next to the sink.
She pushed herself off the ground and then looked at me, "Can I ask you a personal question?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowing together.
I nodded, "Sure, nothings too personal," I replied. I mean, a few things are, but I highly doubt she'll ask a personal question.
"Who's Alexis?" She questioned, quite confused. I mean I don't blame her because I'm confused as to how she knew that name and knew it would be personal. It's as if she was reading my mind because she explained, "You said her name in your sleep and started talking about how you wanted to work things out."
I ran a hand through my hair and let out an awkward laugh, "Well, would you look at the time. It's time for me to bounce," I mumbled under my breath, walking towards the door.
She then stepped in front of me, shutting the door before I could escape. She then narrowed her eyes, "Oh, come on. I told you things and I've only been here for four days," she informed me, placing her hands on her hips.
I shook my head, "This topic? Yeah, this topic is off limits," I stated. I didn't want to talk about Alexis to her because she doesn't need to know. No one needs to know.
"Is she the girl that hurt you?" She asked. I knew she was going to dig for answers, but she wasn't getting any. None. She shouldn't even bother because I have nothing to say to her. She gave me a stern stare, "Oh, come on. You can't tell me anything? I tell you stuff and you can't for me?" She whined. I could see the aggravation on her face.
I shrugged, "You're the one that decided to tell me things. I didn't tell you to," I informed her. It was true, and that's what caught her because she was speechless. I then set her out of my way, making my way back to her room, "Come along, Krystal. We have another movie to finish," I stated, sitting down back on her bed.
She sat down beside me. She then switched the movies and leaned back with her arms crossed across her chest. She clicked the play movie and Deadpool then started. This had to be one of my favorite movies that Marvel has released.
I glanced over at Krystal, who was still pouting. I let out a sigh, "She was my first love," I mumbled loud enough for her to hear me.
I really hope I won't regret this. I don't want people knowing about Alexis and I.
She perked up, "Alexis was your first love?" She asked for clarification. I nodded, "So, what happened between you two?"
I ran a hand through my hair, nervousness filling up my gut. It was a difficult subject for me to talk about, so this was going to be hard to bring up. I hated this subject more than life itself.
