Just Coworkers| • Shayne Topp •

Chapter Twenty-Three

Rosi's P.O.V

*two days later*

It has been so boring. I need to stay out of work for a week, and Noah has been too busy with a sketch he is writing. I literally have no friends right now. I sighed as I sat up on my bed. It was one in the morning and I could not sleep. I had many thoughts in my mind. The words Shayne said were taunting me. They were in my mind, and were way too powerful to be locked in a hidden room within my mind. I could not drown out his low voice. atrocious, putrid, grotesque... Those were the awful words he thought of when he looked at me. Yet, I found the blue-eyed boy so beautiful. I found him charming. He was logical, but sometimes would say something so philosophical that made you rethink everything you once knew. He was breathtaking in every sense. His acting makes me want to fangirl sometimes. Like on a serious note. I remember watching him act for 'Dick Pic Curse' and it was so unsettling how good he was at acting ruthless. I was starstruck. I could not stop talking about it to Noah. It was so beautifully done.

Though he continues to be mean to me, I still could not think of him in a bad way. Something told me that under all of those mean words and horrible actions. He is disconnected with his feelings. I feel like maybe, he really does not want to say those heartbreaking words.

"Who am I kidding? He meant everything he said." I walked over to the scale, and stood up on it. I was becoming nervous. I wasn't eating, but it bugged me. I looked down and I had lost five pounds. I now weigh 126 pounds. There is still hope. I mean I could stop now. I feel good with this weight. I could lose five more pounds? I shrugged as I put the scale under the bed.

I got up and walked down the stairs to watch t.v in the living room. I didn't want to watch t.v. in my room.

I started to watch Beauty and The Beast. A classic that I loved dearly. It reminded me of the few good memories I preserved from my childhood. There was a big storm happening outside. You could hear loud taps on the window sills.

*Knock knock knock*

I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Who could be here at this time?" I looked at my phone, and it was 1:56 a.m. I walked up to the door, and opened it. On the other side stood the one and only Shayne Topp.

"Shayne, leave. I don't want to talk nor see you right now. Leave. Please." He was swaying, and was soaked from the rain. His teeth were chattering lightly.

"R-rosi, I- I am s-sorry." He stumbled at bit. Was he drunk? Dammit Shayne!

"Shayne, are you drunk?" He shrugged as he stumbled again.

"Come in." I opened the door wider so that he could get in. He almost fell and I quickly grabbed onto him.

"Come on. I have some clothes from when that last time that you slept over. You need to change." He walked slowly up the stairs.

He stumbled into my room, and fell. He hit his nose pretty hard. It wasn't broken, but it was bleeding. I helped him up as blood streamed out of his nose. I took a towel, and placed it under his nose, and made him hold it. I undressed him, and left him in only his boxer briefs. He looked at me, and was entranced. I ignored, and picked up a sublime t-shirt and grey sweatpants that were his. I pulled the pants up to his mid thigh. I made him stand up, and I pulled them up the rest of the way.

"No shirt. I-I'm bl-eeding." I nodded and threw it on my bed. He started to walk over to my dresser and being a clumsy drunk that he was, he fell and got a cut on his right arm. I rolled my eyes, and helped him up. I grabbed his hand, and dragged him towards the bathroom. I sat him down, and went to a closet in my hallway and took out a portable chair. I set it near the toilet, where Shayne sat. I grabbed a dry towel, and damped it up a little. I started with his nose.