//EIN//((Dedicated to my favorite person IRL Challora. If she see's this, I love ya gurl.))
I opened my to see that I was in an unfamilar bed. I was looking around the room to find out where I was. Something felt a little heavy next to me, I looked in the dierection that the pressure was coming from and I saw a figure that looked like a body.
I was freaking out with my face turning red until I remembered what happened the night before. I started to breathe so I wouldn't pass out with all the blood that rushed to my head while blushing. Apparently I shook up the bed so much while I was breathing I ended up waking up Garroth.
He sat up and said,"Ugh... Morning Ein.." He faced me in the middle of his sentence. "I'm going back to sleep..." He shoved his face into the pillow.
"Come on Garroth, stay up. It's weird to be the only one awake in another person's house!"
"Fiiiiiiine..." He said like he was annoyed. I was getting worried, thinking he would hate me like before.
But no, he just got out of bed and walked to what I assume was the bathroom.
He came back in a few minutes, "Breakfast?" He asked before leaving once again.
"Sure." I replied. He left and I just followed, I didn't know what else to do.
"What do you have to eat Ro'Meave?" I said, bringing back the old nickname. He grabbed a box and threw it me. He just loves throwing things at me, doesn't he.
"Pop-Tarts. That's it." He said while turned around.
The box hit the table after getting thrown. I suddenly felt something sliding down my face, I look at the shirt Garroth let me wear and I saw blood.
"Hey, Garroth...?"
"Hmmm?" He said and turned around. He noticed the blood going down my face from my nose to almost my shorts at this point. "When did that happen?!"
"When you threw the Pop-Tarts at me Ro'Meave. I understand a pillow or something of the sort, but not a box." The blood was dripping into my mouth as I spoke.
"Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry!!!!" He said quickly. He was freaking out, but it wasn't that bad so I didn't mind. Just then he saw the blood in my mouth and slid a bottle of water across the table for me to drink. "Here."
"Thanks Ro'Meave." I said and started to chug the bottle, I haven't drank anything since the morning yesterday, So I was basically dying. But I didn't care because I was with Garroth.
Why would I care about anything when i'm with my love?
I closed my eyes, actually starting to feel the pain. Garroth saw my eyes closed for a couple minutes, he started to freak out and look around for tissues.
Even as a rich person, he doesn't own tissues.
"I don't have any tissues!" He yelled while running into the bathroom. He ran out with a roll of toilet paper and threw it at me, and... He just loves throwing things at me, doesn't he?
I grabbed the roll and grabbed some of the paper off it. I slowly wiped my nose.
"Are you okay?!" Garroth freaked out. I was happy he cared about me so much.
"Yeah, i'm fine." I said, holding in my laughter. It was adorable how fast his personality can change from bitchy to worried.
"Good..." He said, soundling like he was releived. I mean... I have no doubt about him being releived, he cares about me.
"So what do you want to do now?" I asked him when all of the blood stopped. I grabbed my phone from my pocket, intending to check the date. Today was May 31.((Yay! May 31 is actually what it is according to the timeline of this book! The 2nd chapter was May 14.))
"Wanna go to the park?" He asked, staring into my eyes.
"Ehh... Sure." I said as I got up from my stool. I don't mind skipping school, it isn't the first time.
"Awesome! Anyways, we should probably get changed before we leave." I nodded my head and walked upstairs with him following. I still didn't have clothes, so I had to wear Garroth's clothes. But I honestly don't mind.
We got into his room and walked over to his closet. Obviously to get some clothes, why else would someone go to their closet?
Looking around the room, I noticed a barely open drawer. I also saw that it had a lock on it. I understand snooping is bad, but i'm curious. He was still looking for clothes when I decided to look.
Inside the drawer I found a roll of bandages and some bloody razorblades. What did he do to himself...? I looked away almost as fast as I looked in.
He looked back at me about 5 minutes after starting to look for outfits, and of course.... He. Threw. Them. At. Me.
I looked at the clothing and it was a light blue, long sweater with werewolf ears on the hood. It was kinda cute how he had something like this. He also threw a pair of faded blue jeans. He rushed to the bathroom with his stuff, not wanting to change anywhere near me.
I grabbed the clothes he gave me and started to change, I didn't care if Garroth walked in while I was just changing. He's seen worse than that.
In the middle of me changing, I heard a door open. I knew it was Garroth before I even saw him. I finished getting dressed and turned to him.
He was wearing a long-sleeve, blue shirt with a black trim on the top and a pair of black ripped jeans. I couldn't help but stare. He looked adorable! Anybody would stare if they saw Garroth, but he was mine and that just made it better. "Wanna leave now?" He asked me, dragging me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah, sure. I'm done getting ready."
"Sweet, now let's head out." He said before walking out his bedroom door. I walked after him, like your supposed to do in another person's house. When we walked downstairs I saw Garroth's mom. She looked over to her son and looked away after about 5 seconds. I wasn't really suprised seeing as Garroth was a jerk to his family. But again, I didn't care.
We walked outside and I heard a quiet sigh coming from inside. I assume it came from Garroth's mom, but I wasn't sure.
When we got to the park, I had a question to ask;"Garroth, why did you let what I did get to your head?"
He looked away quickly. I knew I triggered something in him.
"I-I-I-I... I don't want to talk about it..." He said, sounding like he was going to cry. I wanted to cry as well, I knew I shouldn't have said anything.
"Sorry if I made you sad... I was just wondering because you seemed like the type of person that doesn't care about people who bully you... But..."
"I just don't want to talk about it..."
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This isn't finished about don't give ANY shits.
I hope you all like this half-way finished chapter.
Anyways~ Bye Macoroni Fuckers!((Don't question it or be offended, it's a joke a friend and I have.))
