Schizophrenia

Chapter Eleven

 

Chapter Eleven

Savannah Summers

I woke up to my ringing phone next to the bed and let out a loud groan. Why does this happen to me? I'm a good girl and I just want to sleep.

My hand reaches for my phone on the bedside table and I answer the call without even opening my eyes.

If that isn't a talent I don't know what is.

"S? Where are you? Why aren't you in school? Are you okay?"

I have to smile a little at Logan being way too overprotective at times like this. He's always been like this though. But I wouldn't change a thing.

"Logan! I'm fine. Chill," I laugh and finally open my eyes.

"Then where are you?" Logan asks.

"I'm at Justin's apartment," I mumble as I look down to the kitchen. "And no, nothing did happen, I just fell asleep. And you woke me up."

"What are you doing at his apartment in the first place?"

"We are… friends?"

Logan's laugh appears at the other side of the line. "Friends? Friends with benefits?"

"Shut up!" I cry, "I didn't sleep with him. You are so embarrassing."

"Just take care, okay? I don't want you to get hurt and we both know he's not like high school guys. How old is he even? Twenty five?"

"He's twenty." I mumble. "And who even cares about high school guys? They are all immature anyway. I rather have an adventure with Justin," I laugh.

"I'm serious Savannah, take care, okay? He didn't get my approvial yet. But I've got to go now, Chemistry."

"Have fun." I grin. "I'm chilling in bed."

"I hate you," Logan mumbles before he hangs up on me.

A small giggle escapes my lips before I sit up and throw my feet over the edge of the bed. That's when I notice that I'm only wearing a black tee shirt which obviously isn't mine. And I obviously don't remember putting it on on my own. Bieber. I can't believe he just used my unconscious state to take off my clothes, leaving me in nothing but my underwear.

My eyes widen a little as I quickly take a look at the underwear I'm wearing, only to let out a relieved sigh. At least I'm wearing some cute bra and panties from the Victoria's Secret shopping with Faith.

My teeth grab hold of my bottom lip as I get up and look down at my bare legs. The shirt at least reaches mid thigh.

I carefully walk towards the stairs, prepared to collapse any second like yesterday. But right now I actually feel much better than yesterday, thank God.

As soon as I reach the first floor, my eyes meet Justin's who just came out of the bathroom. Shirtless. Only in his boxers.

Holy Shit.

I hold my breath at the sight of his bare chest. It looks stone hard and his six pack makes me want to run my hand down his belly. But it's not only his muscles which want me to touch him but also his tattoos. He has like four on his chest and every single one makes him even more handsome. If that's even possible.

"Are you done checking me out?" Justin chuckles, breaking the silence.

My cheeks heaten up immediately and I sheepishly look back into his amused face.