𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕕𝕒𝕝𝕖

23

When Arabella opened her eyes the next morning, all she could see behind her strands of hair was Archie with his eyes still shut.

The girl smiled to herself as the memories of what had happened last night flooded her mind.

But Ara nearly vomited from guilt at the fact that she was still in love with Eric.

She tried her best to push the feeling down and she accomplished just that when she felt familiar fingertips moved the strands from her face once again and place them behind her ears.

"Hey," Archie said awkwardly in a groggy morning voice, not really knowing what to say considering he's never woke up next to someone like this.

Ara smiled when she saw the boy laying next to her, hoping that she would be able to do what happened again sometime. But she knew she couldn't.

The girl's heart broke at the thought of doing what she did to Eric. Sure they were on break, but it wasn't like actually had broken up.

And the amount of times she had told Eric she loved him; they weren't empty words.

Arabella still didn't want to ditch Archie, but that's what she had to do to spare herself even more guilt for staying in bed with him.

Grabbing her phone from the floor, Arabella checked the time and told Archie that her mother was looking for her. It wasn't a complete lie to get out of there; there were actually a few texts from Melanie, but the older Queen assumed that she had stayed at a friend's house. She was correct, obviously.

"Hey, Arch," Arabella began in a groggy voice, similar to her friend's, "my mom's looking for me. I, uh, I gotta go."

The girl nearly fell off of the bed when she scrambled to get out of it and Archie just smiled, completely love-struck.

"I'll see you later," he said with a small smile on his face as he watch Ara slip her dress back on.

Before leaving his room completely, with the false hurry she was in, the girl felt that it would be wrong to leave him hanging.

Ara bent over the ginger on the bed and kissed him hard; so much that she took a small gasp of breath afterwards.

"I'll see you later," she grinned before finally leaving the boy to his daydreams about the young Queen.

Arabella rushed out of the house, gladly not seeing Fred Andrews on the way out, and walked back to her home, which wasn't too far from Archie's.

She liked the walk, too. It gave her a lot of time to think about what to do when it came to Eric and Archie.

She loved them both... a lot. Archie and Eric have had a crush on her since they were younger. How could she choose between the both of them?

It was cruel and unusual punishment towards herself. All of it felt wrong and it seemed like way too much drama for her to handle. And Ara knew exactly who to go to when it came to drama.

The girl reached her large home after about fifteen minutes of walking.

Picking her key out of the many keychains on her lanyard, Arabella unlocked the door and called out to see if the two people she expected to be home actually were.

She climbed up the grand staircase and down the hall towards her best friend's bedroom.

"Juggie?" She called again, opening the already cracked open door even more.

The black-haired boy sat on his bed with his beanie next to him while he dried his wet hair before tossing the towel to the foot of the bed.

"Jugs," the girl said sternly, finally getting the boy's attention.