His Flower (Rewritten)

Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

       There were two things I noticed when my eyes finally blinked groggily open. One, I was in my room, curled tightly into the thick blankets of my bed. And two, there was a heavy, worn-down, thick, brown jacket wrapped around my shoulders-even though I was under all those blankets.

       I knew whose jacket it was, knew that delicious, mind-numbing scent belonged to a certain chestnut-eyed, dark-haired boy that had haunted my dreams for the past two weeks. When did I get Rex's jacket?

       The lake.

       The last thing I remembered was falling asleep against his strong chest-right after he had apologized to me. Rex Turner did not apologize to anyone, not even his best friends. It wasn't in his vocabulary, I was surprised he even knew what 'sorry' meant. But he did, and he said it to me-of all people!

       My heart hammered in my chest and I raised the open lapel of the jacket just enough to bury my nose in the warm fabric. Friends... We were friends now. If I was remembering correctly. My mind was a little foggy, the meds always did that after I took too much. The next day I could never think completely straight.

       But it wasn't the next day yet, I didn't think it was. The sky outside my window was completely dark, and I couldn't hear any noise throughout the rest of the house. Had I really slept all day long? Did Rex really bring me up here? I reached for my phone, that was charging on the nightstand, and glanced down at its clock. Eleven p.m.

        Oh my God. I had been asleep for nearly ten hours! But that wasn't even the most shocking part. It was the text message from a number I didn't recognize that made my breath clog in my throat.

       Unknown: It's Rex. Save my number. Call me if you need anything. Tomorrow we need to talk.

       My thumb rubbed over the words, my heart in my throat. Call me if you need anything. Rex had my number, he had texted me. "Oh my God." I murmured around the Sahara Desert that was suddenly my throat.

       I felt like a giddy little girl who had just spoke to her crush for the first time. I had Rex Turner's number, the Rex Turner. It was all I could do not to giggle like a manic and squeeze my phone to my chest. He hadn't ran away screaming like I thought he would-and we were friends now. And I had his jacket!

       I was way too excited to get anymore sleep that night.

       The next morning was not a fun one. Luce was mad. She went from screaming about how I skipped school again, to how I was skipping with Rex, to taking too much of the medicine. I honestly thought she was going to make me stay home just to keep yelling all day.

       "Lu, babe, come on. She's going to be late if you keep screaming." Tate finally interrupted sometime later, an apologetic smile lighting his eyes.

       "I am not screaming. I'm voicing my concerns-"

       "By yelling like a banshee. If Rose doesn't leave now she's not going to make-"

       The ringing doorbell cut off his reply, and all three of our heads snapped to the sound. Luce huffed, and Tate grew eerily silent as an exuberant glee filled my chest. I had a pretty good feeling about who was on the front porch.