Good Taste (book 2)

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song for chapter: so cold by the good wife trailer
{ it's so quiet here, and I feel so cold, this house no longer feels like home }

ONE WEEK LATER
[ ALLISON'S POV ]

I woke up to the feeling of someone lightly shaking my body, "Allison." Taylor whispered.

My eyes hardly opened as my body turned to her-not saying anything.

"I really think you should start going to class. It's been over a week." She sat down next to me on my bed.

My chest let out a huff of air through my nose not liking the idea.

"Please, I know things have been rough on you-" she started but I cut her off.

"More than rough. My life doesn't even come to words anymore." I plainly told her.

By the amount of sorrow in her eyes I could tell how bad she felt for me.

"I'm never going to be able to relate to what you've been through, but I know how strong you are. Just do this one thing, not for me, not for anyone, but for yourself." She rubbed my arm.

I thought to myself not wanting to get up at all.

I don't want to do things for myself, I don't deserve to do good at things.

But, I know she won't stop asking until I do it.

"Fine." I said in almost a whisper.

A small forced smile crossed over her lips while she got off of the bed. "We can go out to eat or something after class."

I slowly got out of bed going to the drawer that I kept all my clothes in, "Its okay, not hungry."

She licked her lips in a nervous state, "It's been two days."

"Two days since what?" I grabbed an oversized grey hoodie that would be sure to cover my black pajama shorts.

"Since you ate last." She swallowed the air in her throat.

I paused breathing a couple of times before closing the drawer, "I'm just not hungry." I simply told her before taking off my t-shirt and sliding the grey hoodie over my head.

She didn't say anything else to me. I tied my hair into an extremely loose pony tail, then pulling the hood over my head.

"Have you seen Ethan at all?" She asked me trying to make conversation.

My eyebrows narrowed as I turned around to look at her. "No, why?"

"Just wondering. We haven't heard from him all week." She tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"That's a shame. Hope you guys talk to him soon." I shrugged grabbing my head phones off of my bed and swinging my backpack over my shoulder.

"Do you really not care?" Her weak voice stopped me at the door.

Slowly I turned around to face her. She had glossy eyes while she gave me a look of defeat.

"Do you really not care about anything anymore?" Her lips rubbed together to hold back tears.

"Theres nothing to care about." I looked down to the floor keeping a blank look on my face.

She scoffed with a fake smile on her face, "do you seriously believe that? You have your life; journalism, Grayson, Jeff, you have me."

"All I do is drag your live's down. I get you guys care for me, but trust me, you'd be better off without me." I told her before walking out the door and shutting it.