Opposites Attract

Chapter Eighteen: Goodbye

I am so tired.

Last night after I seemed to have run out of tears, I sat there with him, my head on his chest and his arm around me. His soft breathing soon became even and I knew he fell asleep, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't.
I stared at the ceiling just thinking about how much my family was about to change. Questions and what if's rang through my head until about four in the morning when exhaustion took over.

That calmness soon slipped away as I was wide awake only a couple hours after. I noticed I had shifted to the other side of the bed, away from Logan, but I didn't try to move back.
As much as I needed his company last night, I just wanted to be alone right now and his presence was slightly irritating me, but I ignored it and went back to staring at the sun rising, shining light through my window.
In about an hour I felt Logan's weight shift off the bed and his soft footsteps turned to silence as he closed the door quietly behind him.

Now, here I am, still in bed, in the same clothes as yesterday and I'm too afraid to look at the clock and see how much of my day I've wasted. It's been silent for hours besides the quiet footsteps from Logan downstairs.
Another twenty minutes went by and I hadn't moved, still staring out the window listening to the birds chirping outside.

"Hey Ry, I was just coming up to check on you." He sat at the end of my bed.

I shifted away from the window, sitting up and leaning up against my cold headboard to look at him.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine."

He rolled his eyes and patted my leg that was still covered by blankets.

"Zoey’s gonna be here soon, maybe you should shower?"

I scoffed and slouched down into the bed, covering my head with the blankets.

"I'm not going to the dance."

"Yes you are." He said as I felt the blankets rip away from half of my body.

I quickly sat up, irritated that he wouldn't leave me alone.

"Why would I go? I just found out my parents are splitting up and I'm not in the mood to dance around with a bunch of people!"

"Because it will distract you from that very fact! You'll have fun and won't be worried about your parents."

I groaned and grabbed my blankets from the foot of the bed, wrapping myself up and burying my head into my pillow.

A loud bell ran through the house and I sighed knowing what it ment.

It rang again.

And again.

I heard Logan quickly exit the room and I jumped out of bed to follow after him. I needed to get rid of her myself or else Logan would just send her upstairs.

I followed Logan to the door as he opened it, revealing an irritated Zoey.

"Finally!" She said as she entered my house and dropping her bags onto the kitchen counter.

"Sorry i'm late. I didn't get home till late last night from the football game and you know me, if I don't get my usual ten hours then I'm a mess."

"You went to a football game?" I asked.

"Yeah? It was the homecoming game and we won thanks to Carter's winning touchdown! Who knew they'd be so fun?"

It was weird to hear her talk about things like this because she was never really the type. She always said it's just a dumb reason for kids to get together and scream as other kids threw around a ball.