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Chapter 12

Chapter 12

It's still dark when I awake. My mind is running wild with the events from last night, but my body aches. The insides of my legs are sore; another reminder of last night's events. I want to move and get up but I can't make myself do so. My body is too tired. I manage to look over on the bedside table and see my phone is plugged up and charging. I guess Luke did that when I was asleep.

I wonder if he is still upset with me. I could tell he wanted to yell at me for not telling him I found the room. I understand why he got so mad. I just wish he didn't make me sleep here all alone; especially after what happened. I remind myself again there is no emotion in this, so I should get used to it. After all, I did sign up for this.

I grab my phone from the table and scroll through my Twitter and Facebook before responding to a few text messages. I have another two from Cameron. I've been avoiding him since that party. Maybe I should just forgive him already, but I don't know if I really want too. I delete the messages without responding. I'll talk to him Monday in Chemistry maybe.

I finally drag myself out of the bed and go into the bathroom. I turn the hot water on the shower all the way up before stepping in. The hot water assaults my body quickly and relaxes my muscles. I take my time washing myself and shampooing and conditioning my hair. The bathroom is filled with the sticky steam from the shower when I step out. I open the bathroom door letting air in.

My bag I packed is also now in the room bedside the bedside table. I throw on a black bandeau with a dip dyed black and grey tank top along with my favorite American Eagle black cardigan and some ripped skinny jeans. I put a few pieces of jewelry on and then do my hair and makeup. Now I'm ready for the day. It's only a little after 7:30 when I go downstairs. Luke must still be in his room since the hose is very quiet and empty feeling.

I find a book from the bookshelf titled "The Beatles | The Biography" and sit on the couch reading it. I'm actually very happy Luke has a love for their music as do I. I find myself captivated by the new facts I learn about each of them. I find myself wondering if Luke has all of these for a reason, but what could that reason be besides his love for the extraordinary band, which I do understand. My mom loves them as well so I've been listening to their music since I was a toddler. I finish a few chapters then put it up. I'll go and get a copy for myself after school this week.

"Do you like that book?" Luke startles me as I place the book back on the shelf in its former place. "If you want you can keep it up in your room."

"I can get my own; I'm perfectly capable of it." I sound hostile but I have a small right to be. He was harsh with me last night, even if I did disobey him.

"Yeah, but since I have a copy you can use it would only be reasonable if you barrowed it."

"Yes, it would be. But I want my own copy. I'm sure you can understand that." Just leave it alone, sheesh.

"What's wrong? You seem upset." He steps over to me wrapping his arms around my waist. I quickly squirm out of his grip.

"I don't know, just grumpy I guess." I shrug walking towards the kitchen. "Can I make breakfast?"

"I don't know, can you?"

"Smartass," I roll my eyes. "You know students really hate when you teachers say that. It sort of pisses us off." I open the fridge getting out eggs and some bacon.

"That's why we enjoy it so much." He sits at the bar watching me move around the kitchen. I start frying the bacon then chopping some green peppers and onions. "Why are you up and ready so early?"

"It nearly nine, it's not that early." I say cracking eggs in a bowl scrambling them up. "What do you want in your omelet?"

"Just whatever you put in yours. I'm going to go shower. I'll be right back. Oh before I forget we're going to the mall in Vancouver today." With that he goes down the hall to his room.