Pieces [Wattpad's Editor's Choice]

33: BiRtHdAyS

I awoke on the floor of my dorm in the space between mine and Luna's bed as sunlight streamed through the blinds, our dorm eerily silent aside from the ceiling fan thrumming above.

Luna lay on her stomach to the right of me, her cheek pressed into her arm, eyes closed. We both still wore our outfits from the night before.

"Luna." I nudged her elbow with my knee; my body felt stiff but not sore. "Luna, wake up."

After several minutes, she groaned and started moving. Soon, she pushed herself upright and looked around. She yawned. Blinked. Processed. And then she smiled. "Well that was fun; let's never do it again."

I grabbed my phone from next to my shoes. No texts. But why would there be? Arrow didn't even have a phone.

I tossed it back onto the floor and looked at Luna. She held her own phone close to her face and squinted at the screen. "Oh, hell no."

"What?" I stood. Steadied myself on the bed. No hangover this time, heck yeah!

"Tyrell sent me the video. What a frickin' asshole."

"Is that bad? Don't answer that. What'd he say?" I moved to the kitchen, steadying myself on chairs, the counter, the walls, as I meandered through and opened the cupboard.

"He said, 'you were amazing, didn't realize you could sing. Thought you might want this.' Ugh, how disgusting." She tossed her phone onto her bed.

"That's nice." I filled up a cup with water and started chugging.

"It's despicable, that's what it is. Now he thinks he has another chance and he doesn't. He thinks he's gonna win all this good stuff and lock me down. Not in this lifetime, bro." She was still spewing angry thoughts as she disappeared down the hall to the bathroom until the faucet started running.

I refilled my glass and shouted, "Just block him!"

"What?" She mouthed around brushing her teeth.

"Block him!"

"I sent the video by the way! We actually look pretty hot!"

Great. Like I want to relive my most humiliating Leap of Courage. But in all honesty, I felt so...alive. I don't remember much of the end, or how we got back, I do remember being booed at, but it was something I'm proud to have done. For once, I let myself go. And it felt freaking amazing.

"How'd we get home?" I asked after downing a third cup of water.

"Uber!"

How did Arrow feel about everything? Did anything change? I poured my heart and soul into those songs; he had to have felt something.

I glanced at the calendar hanging above our stove. Purple X's filled all the squares leading up to today's date: March thirteenth. Friday.

Today was our second Friday the Thirteenth; that made Arrow a whole month old. Wow; one month passed since my heartbreak with Ethan. And spring break was next weekend, yet Arrow and I hardly made enough progress for him to even feel comfortable going back home with me for break.

I wasted a whole darn month. Nothing changed since February thirteenth and the clock was still tick, tick, ticking away like my opportunities for love weren't dwindling away.

We had two hours before class started at twelve, and now I knew where Arrow was staying. I had to make a move.

"Hey Luna?"

"Qué?"

"What's Tyrell's room number?"

"Why?"