My Precious Euphoria

38.

Kia

I wake up the next morning feeling awful. It took me few minutes to fall asleep last night and since I practically stayed up all night due to me sleeping all day I was tired. That dream lingered to my mind and I shutter. I was starting to become curious as to why I was having these dreams now. I've never had a dream that bad I don't think.

I get out of bed grabbing my glasses and throw on some legging and a grey university shirt and my white Nike's. I put my curly hair in a messy bun and put some mascara on.

I brushed my teeth and silently left the house since I got up earlier this morning leaving everyone to sleep. I get in the truck and shiver due to the coldness and head to the school parking lot. It was around 6:15 right now and their wasn't anyone around.

I park in my assigned parking space and play some music as I wait for Emilio. Soon bright lights pull into the space next to my car. Emilio's mustang comes to view. He steps out and I could tell he was tired to, but the fact that he got up this morning to talk means he cares which warms my heart greatly.

He comes up to my window knocking on the glass. I roll it down. "Hey." He says in deep raspy voice as if he just woke up. My insides start to spark, he also looked like he just got out the shower cause his hair was wet.

He had on some grey sweat pants and a white t shirt that clung to his arms and he always wore this gold chain with a cross on that just made him even sexier. I wanted to kiss him so bad but we needed to talk about this situation first before I even thought about kissing him.

"Hey." I say not looking at him so I could keep at least some dignity that I have, if I have any.

"You stopped by my house yesterday?" He asked his hands resting on my window and his head laying on them making him look adorable as his emeral eyes peered up at me through his long lashes.

I turned away before I just grabbed his face and kissed and nodded. "An you met my mother, I heard." I nodded again, as I thought back to how rude she was. "I'm sorry you had to meet her like that. I wish I was there." He says.

"It okay, we were bound to meet sometime right?" I say shrugging it off, he nods. The wind started to pick up outside and I see he didn't have a jacket on.

"Get in. It's cold outside." I say unlocking the door. "Nah it's okay I'm not cold." He shrugs, "I am now get in." I say not asking. He laughs at me but raises up off the window and makes his way around to the passenger side getting in.

Once he gets in it's like silence condemns us. I didn't know how to start this conversation and it seemed as if he didn't know how to either.

"So.." I say.

"So..." he says.

"I'm sorry." I say. He turns his head towards me and I look up but find myself looking down again. "I'm sorry that I smacked you and I'm sorry I left you like that. I was pissed off. I knew you weren't lying, I just needed to make sure. Sorry I caused a seen like that. And once again I'm sorry for hitting you..." I say fiddling with my hands due to my nervousness.

I was starting to feel really bad now and I hated that I acted that way but that hurt me when she said that, I should've beat her up first but I was too upset about what she whispers in my ear to do that.

"It's ok little bit, honestly you had every right to hit me like that. I'm sorry that I kept it from you I should've told you but I didn't know how to go about it you know, I hope you can understand that she was the past before I was with you." He says. I nod and I keep looking down cause I'm afraid to face his eyes. Due to all the guilt I was feeling.