Bad Girl VS Bad Boy

CHAPTER 11

Waking up to my empty head and a headache that could be kryptonite, i rolled onto my side to find an empty bed, cold to the touch. My curtains were shut so my death would not be from sunlight. Groaning i rolled my eyes and rolled back into bed till i lay on my stomach face in the pillow, arm stretched to where he left.

I clamored onto my knees my black hair falling down like a curtain over my face. Flipping my hair i groaned again and crawled to the end of my bed sticking out my right foot and slowly sling off my bed till it touched the cold floor. I shuffled to my door in search of the thermostat. It was time to change it from setting antartica to something normal like 73. My head pounding i walked past the living room and stopped. It was completely clean devoid of any evidence that i drank myself into a stupor last night.

I leaned against the wall squinting a little at the light that filtered in from between the curtains that were also closed in the living room. Then after of second a broad toothy full-faced grin spread across my face as a foreign emotion filtered through my body warming me from head to toe. Landon did this. Closed curtain cleaned up my living room and by the smell of it made coffee. He thought of me. He cared. Theres no way i'd ever be able to say that out loud, those words couldn't possibly be used in a situation involving me, could they?

My head cleared some and i finally had the thermostat in sight and turned up the heat. Why is it so cold? Argggggg bipolar weather can't decide between spring and winter. Mother nature you know it's like spring now right? Could we not go through this again?

Sighing my toothy grin still glued to my face. i walked into the kitchen and straight to the coffee pot. Finding a note right in front of the coffee pot i picked it up. Blinking a few times at the words that were written in his elegant script that made me want to frame it not for the words but the handwriting itself. The loopy elegant scroll seemed straight out of the victorian age where handwriting was an art, and not the chicken scratch that represented my handwriting.

Blair,

Seeing as you probably won't be in school today do to your "illness" at least thats what your excused absence says. You are to stay in bed all day and sleep off your stupidity.

We will talk about what happened last night later this evening when i comeover.

your supposed guard dog, Landon

I had to laugh at how he signed it at the bottom and yet i felt like he was mocking me. Sad face, his words broght me back though, shit i thought that this would be over.

Pouring a cup of coffee i sat down in my breakfast nook. Here the blinds were not closed and the sun shined brightly through the mosaic pane that had a rose in full bloom in colored glass. The sun didn't bother me so much as the talk i would be getting later from Professor Harper as i should be calling him. Last night........ his kisses and his warmth had me blushing again as i remember what happened last night. Oh alcohol forever making the human race to bold for there own good. How am i going to face him. i rested my head against my arms and looked out the window.

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Deciding not to waste my day at home and having a legit excuse not be at school i decided to go out and wander the city, resting in beautiful Manhatten. Where no matter what time of day the sidewalk would still be full of people in a hurry to get no where. Looking over i saw a guy about my age in a uniform like mine.....skipping just like i am. How ironic, then an idea came to mind.

I started running tripping straight into him... on purpose.. for once. Sadly i didn't think through my plan because we both went down with a heavy thid.

"What the fuck?" the stranger said from under me. "Can you get the fuck off me" I scarmbled off of him feeling stupid for even thinking of a plan like this. Until he met my eyes, scrunching my nose i made a face at him. He didn't notice at first because he was looking the at the ground as he picked his glasses off the ground and looked up at the wrong moment.

At first he was shocked, and then he wouldn't stop laughing at me. "That face though. haha" he brought his hand up and ran It through his now disheveled hair. "So what was the point in running into me?"

"well, you know I don't exactly know anymore." Shrugging I looked off to he side wrapping my arm around myself, my long sleeve gray comfy shirt fell off my shoulder a little bit. It may just be a little to big for me but you know it was comfy and stuff.

"Do you want to help me play a game?" I whispered. Trying to gage his reaction through my peripheral vision. Brushing off his shoulder he fixed his coat. His face was alight with hidden curiosity, almost like he didn't want me to know what he was thinking. I forced the smile to stay off my face.

" what kind of game?" He breathed almost hesitantly like if he said it to loud he might combust. I couldn't help but smirk as I reached over and messed his hair up even more. He swatted my hand away with a mock glare.

I didn't know then but he was a major piece to the puzzle of my life that I needed to start figuring out what the picture would be, " let's got for a walk and I'll tell you" grabbing his hand I swung I forward and started walking and swung our intertwined hands at the same time .
" I need you to fake being my boyfriend ,Just for a while, I have a plan, that'll make everything better."he looked at me like I was crazy, yet he was curious. "So how do I come into this, what's your plan", I stopped mid walk, and turned around and looked straight at him.
"You can do this I know you can,just help me" . "Okay fine I'll do it but only because you asked nicely. "Well the first order of business I guess is us to go to school and show the whole student body that we're together, and then we can go from there.
Step one complete step two show that bitch max that I'll douse his so-called flames with water and drown his ass. This is going to be a fun day today don't know to do with Prof. Landon. He's just confusion, I don't know how to react around him you know. But I won't think of that for now, right now I have to be the bad girl that I used to be. Why do I feel like I'm losing that, so it's been so long that maybe my nice girl Act stopped being a nice girl act. No, no I just, I can't think of that
for now, I'll just go to school and think about that later.