Reckless

Chapter Thirteen

        That damn alarm. Why now? It can't be Monday already... I thought to myself as I groaned and curled up.

        I was still tired and after the chaos of the weekend, I'd forgotten that it was Monday. I didn't want to get up though. I was comfortable and warm. I tried to stay, hoping I could pretend that it was only Sunday but then Derrick chuckled and rubbed my back lightly and turned over to face me. 

        "Come on, Princess. Get up. Time for school." He coaxed gently and I groaned again, pulling the blanket over my head.

        "I don't wanna go to school," I whined, my voice muffled under the blanket.

        "You are such a child, Jacie. Come on, get up." Derrick replied with a chuckle as he slid out of bed.

        "No, I don't wanna. My bed is warm and comfy."

        I gripped the blanket as I stayed under it, perfectly cozy. Derrick, however, clearly had other plans as he ripped the blanket away from me and the cool air of my room hit my bare skin and I shrieked as I hugged myself, a mass wave of goosebumps covering my skin. I slowly opened my eyes and glared at Derrick, who was smirking. 

        "Come on, get up," he demanded.

        "Give me my blanket. It's cold!" 

        "That's not my fault. You keep it cold in here and you're the one choosing to not wear sleeves to bed," he said with a shrug and I threw a pillow at him, which he caught.

        "Because I sleep better when it's cold, and I hate wearing anything long to bed because then I get tangled in the blanket," I grumbled as I sat up and ran my hand through my hair, snagging my fingers on a few tangles.

        "Well, love, that sounds like a 'you' problem," Derrick said with a smirk as he threw the pillow back at me which I did not catch. "Come on. Get up and get ready for school. I'll go make you some breakfast."

        I groaned and fell back on my bed and watched Derrick leave, then I sighed and rolled out of bed. I walked to the bathroom where I did my usual routine of brushing my hair and teeth, washed my face, applied whatever makeup I felt like wearing, then walked out and headed to my closet where I got dressed for the day. When I was done I walked out of my room and headed downstairs where Derrick was sitting at the kitchen table and I could smell freshly cooked sausage and bacon, diced hash brown potatoes, and eggs. I grinned as my mouth watered and I walked over and sat at the table. Upon looking at Derrick, I could see he'd already gotten dressed and freshened up for the day. Immediately, I began eating the breakfast Derrick had prepared and it didn't take me long to finish my portion. When Derrick and I were done eating, I gathered all of the dishes and began washing them. After I was done, Derrick and I got our bags for school and walked out of the house. We carried out fun conversations on our way to school and once we got there we both headed straight for class. We talked for a bit before class started but when I noticed Cameron walk by the door, my heart sank. I needed to talk to him as much as I needed to talk to Rachel and Aron but the class would be starting soon and I knew he wouldn't be there. I sighed and turned forward in my seat, ignoring Derrick's questioning of what had suddenly dropped my mood.

        Class started and Derrick returned to his own seat and as expected, Cameron didn't show up to class. Pushing the thought aside, I did my best to focus on the class work. When class ended, Derrick and I walked out together and he walked me to my next class then left. I went through the next couple of classes and when lunchtime finally rolled around, I swiftly headed to the cafeteria and waited for Rachel, who had been avoiding me, as I figured she would. She hardly spoke to me in class but that wasn't going to save her during lunch. At the very least, if I couldn't talk to Rachel, I'd hunt down Cameron and if that didn't work then I'd go talk to Aron. I was bound to talk to at least one of them today, that much I was sure off. Someone was going to talk, though, at the current moment, Aron was probably my safest bet which was a bit unusual. I knew Aron and I considered him a friend but not a close friend. We didn't really interact much except for a few times over the years, and about ninety percent of the time it was because of Rachel or Cam, so going out of my way to talk to him about everything I'd recently learned, felt a bit unusual but I knew it had to be done.