Mackenzie’s P.O.V
I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock buzzing monotonously. Reaching in to turn it off, I noticed I was still wearing my denim jacket from last night's party. Everything appeared hazy, and it left me blinking a few times. I guess mixing beer, frustrations and partying was at the ultimate key to getting exhausted. Damn, how tired was I?
My bedside table was awfully messy, so I went to see what was on top. The handbag I was carrying last night and my car keys. Then I remembered, oh-- Luke sent me home. Wait, Luke sent home?!
He drove my car for me. That means-- that means he walked home after he dropped me off?
I just hope he got picked up by one of his friends.
I checked my phone to see any messages or calls:
12 msgs from: Luke Harrison
2 missed calls from: Luke Harrison
"I didn't startle your parents, I told them u needed rest and they said it was fine."
"Your mom asked why were u so tired, i just said u had a blast."
"Oh and it was a privilege 2 meet Mr. Greene. I got 2 shake hands w/ him omg :D"
"They both thanked me 4 bringing u home."
"If you're still awake, just wanted 2 let u know that it was no prob. See ya soon."
( and seven other messages )
I smiled at his messages and continued scrolling at newer ones. It doesn't necessarily make me a bipolar person, anyone can be hurting while they seem to be happy. But he made me laugh even if I was in a bad condition, which was a good thing.
So I texted back:
"Don't worry, I was already thanking you in my sleep. I'll tell Dad you admire him so much :P Hahaha, see you too Luke. Oh and, I didn't realize you had to walk home!! I'm really sorry if it caused you any hassle. tbh I feel so stupid rn for making you do that."
"I guess you really were tired." I heard my dad say from behind.
"Good morning, Daddy." I turned to see a very formal and approachable man wearing the typical suit and tie get-up. I went over to him and hugged his tall and stocky physique.
"There's my little girl. Now, can you tell me by any chance. What or who in the world made you so angry and sad that you got extremely tired?" he asked as he patted my back.
"Dad, you do know I've outgrown that." I reassured him, breaking away from the embrace and sat back down on the bed.
"You think so. But ever since you were little, getting really tired would always be the consequences whenever you got hurt or threw tantrums. I mean, they weren't normal little-kid tantrums or pain, you were open to different kinds of emotions at a young age. They would sort of just overwork you." he replied, sitting down beside me.
"I didn't throw any tantrums and I didn't get hurt last night. I just put in so much energy in partying, that's all." I said, not wanting to get him worried.
"Lying won't get you anywhere." Dad said, turning the subject. I could've shouted that into Tyler's face too.
"Tyler did what?" His voice contorted with a slight tone of anger. Crap, I spoke my words out again. They should've stayed in my mind.
"You can tell me, it's not like I'm going to expel the kid." he smiled warmly
Just as my eyes were welling up, I decided to tell him the truth.
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