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Chapter Twenty Five.

Chapter Twenty Five:-

I woke up with a massive headache. I stoop up, with my hand on my head, I was going to get painkillers, but when I stood up, or almost stood up, my leg touched something. Or someone.

I looked down and saw Alex, lying on my floor, with no pillows or blankets.

How did he even get in here? I asked myself.

I ignored him, I was planning on asking him later, I got up and walked to the kitchen. I looked for the painkillers and when I found them, I took two pills, drank a cup of water and walked out.

I was going to sit on the couch, but I found Brooke on the couch, sleeping. How did they end up sleeping at my house?

"Brooke?" I shook her.

"What!?" She groaned.

"What happened?" I asked her.

She slowly opened her eyes and then got up. She turned to me and stared at me for a few seconds, and then she said, "you got drunk."

"What? How?"

"By drinking." She rolled her eyes.

"Wow. I never knew that."

"You ask stupid questions."

"How did I get up in my room? On my bed?"

"Alex carried you?"

And then I remembered, Mason cheated, I drank, Alex carried me to my room, and that's all. I think he said something, but I don't remember what that is. I'll try thinking about it later, or I'll just ask him.

"What happened to Mason?" Brooke asked. "Why didn't he come?"

"He was busy.." I looked down.

"With?"

"Britney."

She stared at me with her eyes and mouth wide open.

"WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME!?" She yelled.

"I didn't want to talk about it!" I said.

"That's why you drank a lot." She said. "You don't even drink."

We sat in silence for a few minutes and then I got up.

"I'm gonna take a shower." I said. "You can borrow some of my clothes and take a shower in my bathroom. I'll be at my parents' bathroom."

I walked upstairs and took some clothes from my room. I was going to leave when I heard Alex's voice.

"What time is it?" Damn, his voice..

"It's 2:30 in the afternoon." I replied.

I stared at him for a few minutes, not knowing what to say.

"Like what you see?"

"Shut up." I smiled at him and walked away.

I entered the shower and washed my hair, and I started thinking. What did Alex tell me when he carried me upstairs. I thought harder, and harder. The headache was getting worse, but I had to remember. I thought about it a lot more until I remembered.

"I wish you really loved the real me as much as you loved the fake me. I really love you."

What did he mean by that? And he loves me? Ohmygod.

I turned off the water and got out of the shower, dried myself and got dressed. I wore black leggings and a white shirt. I dried my hair, braided it and walked outside. I ran to my room and Alex was still there, but this time, he was on my bed.

"Alex, I wanna ask you something." He looked up at me.

"Yeah?"

"What did you mean by what you said yesterday?"

"What?" He looked at me in confusion. Or maybe he was pretending.

"You said you wished that I loved the real you as much as I loved the fake you." I repeated his words. "What did you mean by that?"

"Oh, it's nothing important."

"Hey, pool guy, tell me!"

"No, just ignore it."

"Fine!"

Should I tell him about the "I really love you part" or not?

"Hey." Alex called. "Do you remember anything I said?"

"Like, what?" I asked.

"Nothing, nevermind." He replied, "I gotta go, I'll see you later."

He took his phone and walked out of the room. I walked downstairs with him, I gave him a hug and he left. I sat on the couch, got my phone and started checking my Instagram, waiting for Brooke to come down.

After ten minutes, Brooke came down with her wet hair, wearing my other black leggings and a pink shirt.

"Where's Alex?" She asked.

"He left." I replied.

"Do you wanna go eat something?" She looked at me. "We could get some coffee and donuts."

"Sure."

I stood up and went to get my shoes, but my body hit someone's chest. And that someone, was huge. I looked up and found Adam's face in front of mine.

"Oh, hello." I smiled at him.

"I'm letting you go because it was your birthday." He said. "I can't believe you got drunk!"

He looked so mad, his face was as red as a tomato.

"I'm sorry, okay?" I hugged him. "I'll tell you everything later, I promise."

He nodded.

I wore my Adidas shoes and waited for Brooke. When she wore her shoes, we both left.

We decided to walk to the coffee shop. We were halfway there, and guess who we saw?

Mason and Britney.

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