Up To You

05 - Brunettes and phone calls

Devonne's POV

"I remember!"

It was now Monday morning. The third week of school was about to start. Well, in a few hours I mean.

I had woken up from another dream. And suddenly, I remembered everything.

Phil wasn't sleeping next to me tonight. He had a late night at his parents' house so he went straight to his own after that. I kinda was glad he did, because he'd ask me what I dreamed about.

I quietly got out of bed at three am, even though nobody was here to be woken up. I made my way to my closet, looking for my black purse I didn't use since summer. When I couldn't find it, I sighed and tiptoed to the hallway. I got used to tiptoeing in the middle of the night.

I found my purse hanging behind my rack of jackets and took it to my room. After searching through the whole thing, I finally found what I was looking for.

A small wrinkled piece of dirty paper.

I opened it and there it was, the brunette's cellphone number with 'call me' written below it.

Over summer I had a big ass fight with Phil. After getting really mad at him, I stormed out of his house and showed up at my friend's house in tears. Allison suggested we'd go to a club to loosen up. Just like in my dream, I had an intense make out session with a brunette. I didn't remember her face, I barely remembered anything. I only vaguely remembered her leaving. I was too drunk and so was Allison. We both were surprised we got in her house the next day.

It just hit me that I did cheat on Phil. It wasn't just a dream, it happened in real life.

I remember.

Then, some other things started to hit me. What were the chances Selena was the brunette? She still did look familiar to me, but I didn't know why.

I spurted to my little office and searched for some work cheats. As I finally found Selena's, after a lot of groaning and cursing, I compared the handwritings. They look nothing the same, I sighed.

Now two things were nagging at me. Who's Selena? And who's the mysterious brunette? I decided to try and forget about both.

I groaned when I realized I had to wake up in a few hours. I went back to bed and tried to sleep. It didn't come easy though. My mind was racing. My thoughts were eating me alive. I couldn't control my brain, at all. After turning and rolling for another hour, I finally fell asleep.

A few hours later, at seven am, I woke up with the biggest headache. I groaned internally as I made my way to the bathroom. I sighed when I caught a glance of myself in the mirror. I looked horrible.

I took a quick shower and put some makeup on to hide the massive bags under my eyes. I put on some eyeliner, mascara and a little gloss on my lips. I didn't put a lot of effort in clothing since I didn't feel like it, so I went for black jeans and a hot pink top.

I decided to make some coffee myself instead of driving to Starbucks.

After having breakfast, I took my car keys and got ready to leave.

.

"Babe, what's up? Did you even sleep?" Phil walked into my classroom.

My eyes widened. "Do I look that bad? God, I barely had any sleep, I'm-"

Phil interrupted me by kissing me. "You look beautiful. Good morning, by the way."

"How did you know I didn't get any sleep then?" I squeezed my eyes shut and pursed my lips playfully.