Giddy ~ GD

Chapter 13 - Subway

I only felt one emotion for him. It was all love, no hate. No in between, no middle, it was only one thing. Everything he did, whether good or bad, I only felt passion.

I woke up to the sun rising through the balcony doors, illuminating the main area of the apartment. I flicked my head, suddenly coming to the fact that I slept here. It felt lonely without him beside me, I felt uncomfortable and scared. I checked my phone for any new messages, only a few from Marissa.

Marissa: Not scared, but where are you? Text me. Xoxo

Jenna: sorry Marissa, slept at Grayson's. It was unintentional and I'm sorry I didn't tell you, it was late when I headed over.

I looked at the top of my phone, doing a time check. 7 am. I turned my phone off, looking around the empty apartment with no noise.

They must've been sleeping, which was odd, it was pretty late into the day. I pulled the blanket off of me, freaked out that it wasn't there before. It was Grayson who put it there, but I still was creeped out because I felt alone.

I walk over to the kitchen, placing my head under the faucet and rinsing my face. The sound of the fresh water reminded my bladder that I needed to pee, and real bad. I turn off the tap, jogging around the hall looking for a washroom. I remembered from the last time I was here, both of the washrooms were placed in their bedrooms. I freaked out, not wanting to wake them up. I, unfortunately, did not memorize their rooms and who they belonged to, so I'd have to play a guessing game and find Grayson's room.

I turned to my right, hoping I was lucky and this room was Grayson's. I knocked and opening the door. The bed sheets covered the body so now I had to wait for them to wake up.

I knocked on the door again, slightly louder. The sheets flew up, revealing Ethan. I felt embarrassed, it was probably so early into the day for them.

"Jenna?" He rubs his eyes, his voice deep and voice cracks breaking through each word he said. "What do you need?"

He sat on the edge of his bed, facing me, fixing his hair.

"The bathroom?" I whisper, still super embarrassed.

He points to the door in the corner of his room, and I walk into there and closing the door behind me. I let out a sigh of relief and pulling down my pants to pee. I rubbed my eyes, exhausted from my uncomfortable sleep on the couch. I got up and washed my hands, staring at myself and mortified.

My hair look like a pig rubbed its butt all over it, my lips were chapped, acne and cuts scattered across my face. My sweater twisted towards the right side of my body, and my pants were pulled up high. I fixed everything, walking out of the bathroom to find Ethan laying in bed on his phone.

"Thanks," I mumbled, opening the door.

"No problem."

I walk out, heading towards the kitchen. I was thriving for food, my stomach growled with anger as the fridge came into view.

The only thing living in the fridge was milk, eggs, cheese, pizza, and drinks. I decided I was going to make breakfast because anything else here from scratch wouldn't make a good start off to the day.

The only recipe I knew for breakfast was pancakes, as my dad and I would make them every Sunday morning together. We would go out shopping every Saturday around lunch for pancakes, and I would get a special treat if I was acting well during the week.

I gathered the ingredients, remembering each and every detail because of my dad. I could feel him with me while I whisked together the dry ingredients and the liquids.