Sunshiny Things (Original)

Ch. 39 Be Carful

Freya

My regular 7:30 alarm goes blaring off, causing me to groan in protest and disapproval. I roll over slightly squinting at the tiny bit of morning light as I reach out and slam my alarm off. I sit up fully, using my arms to support me. I scan around the room, my head throbbing slightly in the process. I look over at my window, noticing that it's cloudy outside today. My bed feels warm on the other side as I reach my hand out to feel the wrinkled sheets. But that's when it all comes back to me. Cole, Djs, alcohol, my house. I mentally curse at myself for drinking that much yet again. But I also mentally curse myself for acting the way I didn't. At my house, at the bar, last night when I invited him to stay here. I cover my face with my hands, shaking my head slightly as I groan. What was I thinking?

     I hear a tiny knock erupt on my door, and I mummer a muffled come in to the knock behind the shield of my hands. I remove my hands from my face and I'm instantly greeted by Becca, who looks like she had a more worse night then I did.

     "Rough night?" Becca asks, and I roll my eyes.

     "Don't even start." I throw the comforter off my body, swinging my legs out of bed letting my tiny feet hit the cold concrete. I reach for either of my temples as they continue to pound harshly against my liking. But I guess it's what I deserve.

     "I ran into to Cole this morning," I hear Becca say and I instantly still and my focus settles on a piece of clothing on the floor. "He didn't say much though. Just told me that you guys had a long night." My eyes widen slightly, knowing that that statement might sound a little bad on my part.

     "We didn't do anything if that's what you're thinking--"

     "No, I know you didn't."

     I nod my head, relieved that she knows me well enough. Sometimes, I think she even knows me better than I know myself.

     "Just," Becca starts up again, making me this time look up to meet her eye. "Just be careful." I can't tell from behind her words what I need to be careful from. The Cole that everybody thinks that he is. Or the real Cole. I nod my head again, not finding the right words to orally respond. "What do you say we ditch school. You know, hang around, binge on an unhealthy amount of junk food while watching bob ross painting tutorials on youtube?" I laugh slightly at her gesture but also the fact that she would actually sit through watching bob ross with me. Even though whenever we've done that in the past, she usually ends up falling asleep.

     "Thanks," I say as I stand up and prepare myself to start the what I can already feel to be very long day. "But I'll probably just go to school. I have to catch up with a few people anyway." Becca give me a hum in response, sounding like she's not all to convinced with my answer which then leads me to question if the "few people" that I'm referring to is Dace or Cole. And that thought alone, makes Becca's offer to play hooky a lot more appealing.  

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I walk into the school building, already feeling like I'm suffocating as soon as I breathe in the first bit of air. I got here a little early just so I made sure I had time to find him. Which him? I have no idea. All I do know, is that it takes all my strength to not run out and go back home with Becca. But like my dad used to tell me whenever I didn't want to do something, I just have to tough it out.

     The hallways are semi crowded as I walk down them, people either chit chatting away or making out up against lockers. I almost gag at the sight of Clair Bishop basically dry humping Tyler Matthews in the hallway right next to my locker. But I just quickly open my locker door, blocking the view out of my line of sight.

     To my disappointment, there's no packet of sour patch kids in my locker today. But in reality, do I even really deserve them from him? I sigh, not allowing the drunk, faded memories of Cole and I to come into play. Instead, I just grab my things and close my locker to go find...Dace. Dace, yes of course Dace. Who else would it be?