Heaped Up

Chapter 8

Heaped Up

Chapter 8

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Two weeks after the incident and I'm still avoiding Meth in every way possible, unless it's something really important like having dinner at his place and just looking at the plate while mumbling a barely audible "pass the salt, please.". As you can see, it's been pretty awkward with Meth and I didn't really mind it because whenever he's around, somehow, it's always trouble thats surrounding me. So I've made myself stay away from him as much as I can. Strangely, he didn't seem so affected by that and I really appreciate it. I mean, I know the guy dislikes me so much that it's hard for him not to spit some harsh words to me. On the other hand, I've spent a lot of my time around Marc and Amelia and got to know her better. She seemed like the type of girlfriend you'd want to hang out with all the time and snuggle up with her and watch a lot of movies and go shopping with but unfortunately, I've never been interested in any of these things. She was just a good acquaintance I guess... Or should I call her a friend... 

School is in a week and Marc decided it was a good idea to spend a few days in a resort. He said he'd want us to spend it in the nearest hotel and make sure it's good. Of course, he'd invited the very one and only Meth and his little blondie. He even spoke to Jonathan about it but Jonathan was quick enough to reject the offer because apparently he'd never stand being with high school kids. Too cool for us, huh. 

I woke up by eight in the morning and quickly packed my luggage. Amelia told me that it'd get a bit chilly during the night so I packed some cardigans and sweaters. By the time I was carrying my stuff down stairs the bell had rung and dad was quick enough to answer it. He greeted Marc and ushered him to have breakfast with us but he refused saying we were getting late. Dad just nodded and turned to me.

"Hey, kiddo, take care of yourself." He paused. "I have something for you." 

I narrowed my eyes, "What?" He dissappeared to his room and stayed there for a while before appearing again with a small box in his hands.

"Thought you'd need it because you broke yours and never asked for another." He beamed at me. It took me a while to realize what he was talking about. I gasped, it was a smartphone. An iPhone, I guess. 

"Oh my!!!! Dad!" I squealed, which I rarely do, unless I'm really affected. I ran to him and hugged him so tight. He started chuckling, "It's ready to be used, just turn it on, okay?" I nodded at him and mumbled a thank you. I bid him and Jonathan a goodbye. Marc carried my bag and threw it in the trunk. I got into the car  and stared at what was in front of me, sleeping. Meth and Kimberly were snuggled up and sleeping. They looked really cozy and comfortable and beautiful. I thought. I quickly shook my head and sat there as my arms brush against Meth's. I ignored the weird feeling and tried to shift into a good position but of course, I couldn't. 

"How long will my arse be in the same position?" I whispered to Marc.

I heard both Amelia and Marc chuckle before he replied, "An hour or so, I'm not really sure." He shrugged. I grunted and rested my head.

It's been 30 minutes and everyone was sleeping. Marc was driving with his huge headsets on. I was growing weary of the whole thing. My back was getting numb. I threw my hands on the lower part of my back and started massaging it carefully. My elbow suddenly collided with something, that something was Meth's nose. I heard a groan escape from his throat as he got up on one elbow to look at me. He was staring at me, I stared back. He wasn't even planning to look away so I darted my eyes away, I couldn't keep looking into the deep blue pools of smouldering sexiness that could knock the air out of anyone's lungs. Woah, slow down, Boston!