Alexandria's Superman

(twelve) legendary

(Liam's POV)

When I woke up in the morning, the pain really began to settle in. Every time I moved it felt like my head was going to fall of my neck. It felt terrible to say the least.

However, I recalled Ali coming by last night in all of her bumming glory and our kiss was enough to make all of the pain go away.

I don't remember her leaving when I fell asleep, so she must've let after I did. I wish she hadn't, though.

"Morning, Liam, sleep well?"

"Wonderful." I replied sarcastically as I stood up, ignoring the pain. "When did Ali leave?"

His eyebrows furrowed up in confusion. "She was never here?"

"Yes, she was. You dropped her off here at like 2 in the morning." I reminded him, also confused.

"That didn't happen, bro."

I dreamt it. I actually fucking dreamt about Ali coming here and kissing me. It's official, I'm delusional.

While I was cursing myself mentally for dreaming about her, I was cut off by the obnoxious laughter that erupted from Taylor. The jackass fell to the ground he was laughing so hard.

"What the hell is so funny?" I demanded through gritted teeth.

"I was joking, man. I took her back to her car right after you fell asleep." He sobered up from his laughter just as I smacked him upside the face with my pillow.

"Asshole." I grunted. "I'm taking a shower."

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At some point after I kissed her and before I fell asleep, she'd given me her phone number. I wanted to text her or call her, but I didn't want to come off as obsessive or clingy.

I would never verbally admit this, but I don't want to ruin things with Ali. She's the first girl I've ever felt this way about. Regardless of how much I actually know about her, there was an obvious, undeniable connection between us. Like she said, it cannot be avoided anymore.

"We're going to see Dr. Fredlund, come on." Taylor ushered me out the door, not even allowing me to put up a fight. I guess I wasn't masking my pain well enough.

"It's just a couple of bruises, Taylor." I grumbled.

"You look like hell and you're clearly in a ton of pain, so we're going to see if there's anything he can do to help you."

I sighed as my sign of agreement. "When should I go on my date with Ali?" I absentmindedly thought up date ideas.

My mind immediately went completely blank though. She was used to fancy restaurants, valet parking, and expensive gifts. None of that was in my realm of capabilities given my financial standings.

"When your face clears up."

"You're right, she'd be embarrassed to go out in public with my face looking like this." I mumbled. I didn't even care that I sounded pathetically self conscious.

"No, dumbass. You should've seen her face when she saw how fucked up your's was. Seeing you in pain looked like it physically pained her, too."

This girl is going to be the death of me.

That was my final conclusion when I immediately regretted thinking so low of her and hated that I had caused her pain.