Heaped Up

Chapter 6

Heaped Up

Chapter 6

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I opened my eyes and let it wander the mattress then the room. There were no signs of Marc nor Amelia. I peeled myself out of bed and went to the bathroom.

After that I paced to the room again and slipped into my clothes. I was about to head down stairs when suddenly I was met with a very sleepy Meth. His hair was sticking out in all directions and his shirt was crumpled up. He looked like a mess. 

A hot one, actually.

"Morning!" I beamed at him.

He stared at me for a while while shooking his head, "I don't know how you do this." He croaked while walking to the bathroom in long strides.

Do what? I didn't do anything, you bastard! You should be saying it back

Ugh

By the time I enterred the kitchen, I was welcomed with a very delicious smell it almost knocked me down. Clarissa and Marc were making pancakes with chocolate chip? I don't really know what the hell was that but it sure as hell smelled great. After a while, two pieces of pancake were on a plate right in front of me with a cup of milk. Yes, I'm a fan of plain cold milk. It just tastes great! I quickly finished eating and decided it was best to go home. Dad must be going crazy because it was Saturday and it's a family rule to stay home at Saturdays and just spend sometime together and prepare the breakfast together. Not that we don't spend time together during the whole week. 

I noticed that Amelia wasn't here, "Where's Amelia?!" I asked Marc.

"Oh, she went home because her sibling visited them." He answered.

I nodded, "I should get going, my dad must be waiting for me." I smiled at both of them before saying, "Thanks for the great time, Marc. You too, Clarissa." I waved goodbye at them and went to the door. 

I was walking down the porch when I saw Meth's back. He was wearing a red hoodie with grey sweatpants. Wait, how did he get here? I swear, he was the fastest creature on earth.

"Hey, you didn't have breakfast." I said loud enough for him to hear me which was successful because he turned to me.

"No shit, sherlock." He snapped at me.

"You were drunk last night. You should at least drink a cup of coffee or something." I spit at him, he was frustrating!

He glared at me. "How did you know?" And then his eyes popped out a bit. Like he realized something. "You did this?" He pointed to his tummy.

I knew what he was referring to. It was last night. I didn't know why I hesitated a bit but I just shrugged and nodded while walking away. I didn't want this conversation to continue because I'm pretty sure something bad would happen. I kept walking when I heard footsteps behind me. I just ignored it and continued walking, faster. I heard a chuckle. That wasn't Meth, it couldn't be Meth. Why would he follow me? That guy hates me. I have to turn.

You have to turn.

Boston, turn!

Goddamit, Boston!

"What!!" I yelled while turning. My head crashed against a chest. I stumbled back and shook my head when I saw the red hoodie. I was pretty sure I'm losing my balance and gonna be landing on my butt so I shut my eyes and waited for my butt to be sore when a pair of hands held my shoulder firmly and pulled me forward. I opened my eyes slowly and gasped at the closeness of his face to mine. I didn't have time to stare at his beautiful time as I pushed him, "What do you want?" My voice was shaking.