The Badass Moon Queen

Chapter 48: Don't Look At Me Like That.

Chapter 48: Don't Look At Me Like That.

"You okay?" Greg asked in concern after yawning and stretching out for the nth time on our way to her car.

Sigh.

I badly need to do that too. It's already eleven in the evening and we just finished our project. And I feel like if I don't stretch any minute now, my bones are going to make pop sounds or my muscles will be stiff till next day.

Tyrone also threw me a concerned look and hugged me sideways before getting inside the car.

"Yeah. Take care." I forced a smile and waved them goodbye. They looked at me one last time before Greg drove their way home.

After that, I nervously waited in the living room for King's arrival. All I really want to do now is to shut my eyes and sleep, but still I waited. It's past one in the morning when I heard the door creaked open. I stood up from my seat and my eyes widen when I saw King and smell a whiff of alcohol in him.

I looked at him in worry and I can't blame him if he drunk himself tonight. Feeling guilty, I looked down and muttered. "I'm sorry."

When he heard that and realize I'm in the room, he stopped in his tracks. I dared to look at him and saw him staring at me without any emotion. "What for?" I'm about to speak but King continued on, completely shutting me off. "There's nothing to be sorry about." He said then went to the guest corridor.

I just stood there and stayed silent. I didn't have to ask why he went that way. It's obvious he's going to stay there for the night.

Or maybe forever. Summer drawled out then sighed. Oh, Hazen. What have you done?

After a few minutes, he went back to the living room. But now he's wearing his patrol uniform. Wait-- Patrol uniform?! He's wearing his freaking patrol uniform?!

I took another look at his clothes and saw that I was right. What the? He's gonna go out patrolling after getting drunk? Is he out of his mind?

Not aware of my look of concern for him, he stopped in his tracks and talk while wearing and adjusting his wristwatch. "I guess you'll be fine if I leave tonight, so don't bother waiting for me. After all, we're just friends, right?"

Before I can even open my mouth, he was already out of the house.

All I want to do right now is to slap myself. Sigh.

Forcing myself to get away from there, I heavily dragged my feet to the kitchen where I looked at the refrigerator for an ice cream. When I found one tab, I sat on a stool and ate it in silence. But after two or three scoops, I put it back to the refrigerator.

Forgive me, ice cream. It's not that I don't love you anymore. It's just.. Sigh.

I thought it'll relieve some stress, but I guess I don't have the appetite to eat right now.

With nothing left to do, I decided to go to my former room. But after minutes of tossing and turning in my bed, I stay restless.

Sigh. Here goes nothing.

I went downstairs and followed his scent on the guest corridor, and stopped at the last door. I opened it and peeked in and saw that he isn't here yet. I entered and decided to stay and wait for him so we can resolve this. While waiting, I started readying myself for the possible outcomes. Most of them are me being getting yelled at, thrown out of the room, and worst..

Being thrown out of his life.

But thirty minutes of waiting turned into an hour, then two, and.. I lost track of time. Because of tiredness and waiting for him too long, I didn't notice I've already fallen asleep.