Let's Pretend We Never Happened

Chapter 15- Prince and the Pauper

Chapter 15- Prince and the Pauper

I woke up slightly late in the morning to realize that I hadn’t turned off my music.

That thought was followed by the realization that it was a Monday and I was late for my first class.

Whatever. I’d already started the day off badly...I could try again tomorrow.

American Authors blasted through my ears and I blamed my stupid yet very lovable roommate for getting me into this band.

Now that I was awake, I might as well get up.

Get up was exactly what I did...fifty three minutes later. The height of my laziness even astounded me.

A shower, that’s what I needed.

Taking off my shirt with one quick swoop, I took a moment to examine myself in the mirror.

Damn...No wonder I’d been getting so much attention from the opposite sex these past few days. I was pretty hot.

Although there was only one person that I wanted the attention from

As I turned into the bathroom, I realized I was predictably alone in the apartment and savored the fact that I’d have some time to think. Alone.

I placed my phone into the little waterproof compartment that I’d gotten built just for me and turned up my speakers to play Heartbreak Holiday by MKTO, a song that I could only credit myself for discovering.

The cold shower seemed to release a huge burst of unexpected energy that usually did not belong aside Mondays. I never had understood the people that preferred hot showers. Sure, it was relaxing- but after you’re always left with the same drowsy get-back-into-bed feeling that my heart spilt no room to appreciate.

Despite my appeal towards chilled water rushing down my well-toned body, there was a downside to showers in the morning: they always had a knack for bringing me back into reality.

And this time was no exception- everything came rushing through my head, including the fight I’d had with Piper.

After she told me that her and that stupid loner boyfriend of hers were yes in fact, still together, I had stayed quiet throughout the rest of the ride home.

Piper- presumably not wanting to pick a fight- also stayed quiet.

This was rather peculiar of her since the only time I'd seen that girl quiet was when she was sleeping, and still, she would murmur words in her sleep. Her mouth would never stop releasing words in that sarcastic, but always full of energy tone of hers.

A mouth I wanted her to use for things other than talking incessantly.

The car ride home was very similar to the pin drop silence of a large group of Harvard students doing their LSATS and the tension certainly met those standards.

Piper’s silence only seemed to taunt me. Perhaps she was thinking about her- well him...or maybe she just needed some silence. Either way, she was very hushed. 

Well, as hushed as Piper Jameson could be- her constant humming of Pocket Full of Sunshine was constant torture to my ears, and this time, not because she couldn’t carry a tune.

When we got back to St. Andre-ass, I made it a point to slam the door of my town car, and storm back to the dorm, making sure that I wasn’t being followed by her.

After that, I waited in front of our dorm door for a full hour and fifteen minutes, awaiting her arrival so I could force a fight that she didn’t want to pick.