I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing in my ear. I opened my eyes to see my phone lying on the pillow next to my head. I go to sit up, but am overcome with a pounding headache, so instead I stay laying down. I let out a groan and grab my phone. It's Riley calling.
"Hello," I croak out.
"Adeline, you're alive!"
"Shh, you're too loud. Why are you calling me so early?"
"It's one in the afternoon." I roll over and look at the alarm clock sitting on my bedside table. Sure enough, the time reads 1:18 pm.
"Hm. Then why are you calling me at all?"
"Don't sound too enthusiastic," he laughed. "I just wanted to check on my girl. Make sure you're okay. How do you feel?"
"Like shit."
"Want me to come over?"
"No, it's fine. I think I'll just stay in bed all day." There was a pause on the other end of the line.
"Are you sure?" I'm not sure if I'm still not thinking clearly, but I thought I heard a hint of pleading in his voice.
"Yeah.. is something wrong?"
"I just thought maybe you'd want..," he said, hesitation creeping into his voice. "Maybe you would want me to come over. And maybe talk about what happened last night." Last night? I strained hard to remember what happened last night. Sensing my confusion, Riley went on to say, "You know... you and Noah. And then we-"
"OH MY GOD, NOAH!" I forced myself to sit upright. "Riley I have to go. I need to talk to him. I was being so stupid last night."
"Adeline, we really need-"
"I'll call you later!" I hung up the phone and immediately went into my contacts and located Noah's name and pressed call. The phone rang for what seemed like forever, but it eventually went to voicemail. I tried two more times before remembering that he had work today. I laid back down on my pillow, my head pounding.
I can't believe I was so stupid and dramatic to have broken up with him. Over football. He just wanted me at his last game. The last game of the season, the last high school game he'd ever play. It's true I hate going to his games and that he ignored me when I was there, but I could have endured one last game. I roll over onto my stomach and bury my face in the pillow. I remember him finding me at the parking lot last night. And how he was just trying to get me home safely. Why do you have to be SO dramatic and emotional, Adeline?
I rolled back onto my side and opened my phone and went into snapchat. Unsurprisingly, I see that I posted a ton of pictures and videos on my story. It's a series of selfies with everyone from the beach, and videos of my friends doing something dumb. I remember everything up until the surfing video, with a caption about being single. I wince at the idea of me posting about being single. Why would I do that? And I went surfing last night? I could've died, what was I thinking? I closed my eyes and tried to remember anything else that happened afterwards. I remember feeling cold and wet and Riley giving me his hoodie, which I'm still wearing. After that, everything is a blur. I don't even remember getting home, but I know Riley must have got me back here. He also must have carried me up here. I have to remember to thank him, buy him food or something.
My phone buzzes in my hand and I see a text in my group chat with Jenna and Katie.
Katie: Is it just me, or do you guys also feel like trash?
Jenna: Oh yeah, I feel ya
Me: Definitely. I can't believe I broke up with Noah!
Jenna: I told you you'd regret it
Me: Yeah, yeah
I get another notification, and I see that it's from Delilah, another one of my really close friends. We've known each other since middle school, but we became a lot closer since she started dating Tommy, the drummer in Riley's band.
Delilah: girl, what happened last night???
Me: A lot. I broke up with Noah..
Delilah: omg, what! Are you okay?
Me: I'm doing okay, but I NEED to talk to him. I didn't want to actually break up with him.
Delilah: damn. what else happened?
Me: wdym?
Delilah: Tommy didn't give me any specifics but he said something happened with you and Riley
Me: That's weird, idk. Maybe it's because I passed out and he had to basically carry me home?
Delilah: maybe.. well I'm glad you're okay. let me know how things go with Noah!
I wonder what Tommy meant. And what did Riley want to talk about? I didn't want to think too hard about it because my head was hurting enough as it is. I spent the rest of my Saturday laying in bed watching Netflix. My parents are out of town for the weekend and my little brother is staying at his friend's house so I have no one to bring me food in bed, which sucks. I think about calling Riley back but ultimately decide to just eat tomorrow and sleep today, so that's what I do.
The next day is Sunday and unfortunately, I have to work. I force myself out of bed at 9 am and hop in the shower. While I'm showering, I put on my favorite Spotify playlist when a song comes on that reminds me of Noah and I remember that my dumb ass broke up with him and I need to talk to him. As soon as I get out of the shower, I try to call him again and still no answer. I guess I'll just have to wait until school tomorrow to confront him about it. Hopefully, he forgives me and things go back to normal. This weekend has been messy and I just need to fix things.
On the note of fixing things, I come to the conclusion that Riley just wants his hoodie back and that's why he called me. It is his favorite hoodie after all and he'd kill me if I tried to keep it. I'd have to be SUPER important to him for him to let me keep it, even being best friends isn't enough. I'll just give it back to him when I see him tomorrow, after I find Noah.
