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"Ugh. Ughhh," I groaned, pulling the covers over my head.
"Finally, you're awake," the bed sunk as Tyler sat on it.
"No, I'm still sleeping. Go away."
"Here. This will make you feel better."
I pulled the covers down slowly to see Tyler holding a glass of water and aspirin. Sitting up straight, I grabbed the aspirin and gulped down the water.
"So...," Tyler started but I cut him off.
"Don't so me please. I went to a club, got drunk, came back home safely."
"Yes, with a stranger carrying a sleeping you, may I add."
"Oh my God. Shit. I totally forgot about Aiden," I face palmed myself.
"Aiden?," he questioned.
"I can't see him. I can't see him."
"Why not?"
"Well let's just say I did something stupid and if I see him again he won't let me live peacefully."
"Sorry to break it to you, but that's going to be very difficult as they are merging the boys and girls's wings. We're going to have same classes, sis."
"No. Please no. I can't see Aiden. And how am I supposed to see Evan everyday," I whispered.
"Hey. It will be okay. You'll get over it. It just wasn't meant to be. You'll find someone better. He didn't deserve you."
"I want to know why."
"There's no point. Now get ready for school, I'm waiting for you downstairs. I have to go down and save Emily from mom and dad's fight on the phone," he said, walking out the door.
"Tyler," I called out to him, stopping him in the doorway. "I'm sorry for pushing you away. And I saw you with Nat the other day. I hope you'll tell me what is going on between you two."
"N.. nothing. Nothing's going on," he stammered, hurrying out.
I lay in bed, thinking about what to do. It was all so messed up.
Why would Evan ask me out if he didn't like me?
Maybe he thought I don't feel the same way for him and was backing out. Maybe he just had to know how I felt and things will be better. Things will be different.
I picked up my phone and opened Evan's chat box. I typed a long message and then quickly shut it off, throwing it away (as if that would somehow erase the fact that I just did that) I climbed out of bed and walked over to the dressing table, plugging in my curling iron.
As I left it to heat up, I looked in the mirror to start brushing my hair, but I stopped as I saw my reflection. I saw all the imperfections I hadn't paid attention to before.
