Fierce

Chapter 10- Sugary Weed

Song: Renegades- X Ambassadors

Chapter 10:

I woke up to the sound of water rushing in the bathroom. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't dreaming; well, I wasn't. I was wearing a baggy football t-shirt that surely wasn't mine.

I closed my eyes, trying to retrace last night's path. All I remembered was me picking up the bottle, and uncontrollably drinking, getting vodka drunk. Flashing memories back, torturing myself with the thought of him— his first birthday without me.

Suddenly the sound of water abruptly stopped in the bathroom.
A while later, I heard footsteps getting closer. I hastily straightened myself on the bed, waiting for an explanation as he emerged from the shower. His hair was still frizzy, with puffy red eyes. Speaks a lot of the night he had just spent. A tiry one, I assumed. He leaned across me to get his charger. His light shirt stuck to his damp skin as a drop of water raced down my face from his soaking hair, and his smell, well, it was heavenly, almost too familiar for me to recognize.
"Care to explain why I'm lying in YOUR bed, wearing your t-shirt?"
"Damn did we-?"
He rolled his eyes and sighed before interrupting me. "You were wasted yesterday, I knocked many times at your dorm's but I got no response. Then you puked on your shirt, and fell asleep on the floor," he objectively stated.
"Sweet mother of Jesus," I sighed before rubbing my eyes, yawning and stretching

"Shit!" I whispered. I remember now— I kissed him. I kissed Kyle! What was going through my mind when I did that?!
This is bad. This is VERY bad.

"My condolences," he then said, not looking at me at all. "I told you that too?! Do you know my middle name and my father's??? Did I tell you about that time I fractured my knee when I was five? What did I tell too, spill."
"Your middle name is Reina," he coldly replied, looking at me this time. "I'm so stupid. I'm so stupid!" I nagged as I rubbed the entirety of my face with my warm hands.
"Yes, you are,"
I looked at him with blank eyes. "If I were sober I wouldn't touch you, not even with a stick," I replied.

I made my way to the bathroom where I found my washed clothes placed on a stack of white towels and a brand new toothbrush on the sink. I pinched myself to check if this was actually a dream. Why would goddamn Kyle take care of me? Was it because he knew about Mateo's death? Did he actually care or was he sympathizing with me, or even feeling pity. I rarely talk about him or his death for this particular reason. I splashed my face with water and rubbed away the leftover mascara under my eyes. My face looked more tired than usual, bags under my eyes and a remarkable pimple on my forehead.

A smell of freshly fried omelets and hot pancakes emanated from the kitchen. "Get your ass to the kitchen," he shouted as he flipped the perfectly done pancake on its other side. "Is this a joke? Are you trying to poison me or something?"
"Look, Bridget. You either get to the bloody table and have breakfast, or get the hell out of here," he rudely spat as he clenched his jaw, forming a rather obvious jawline. At this point, I could probably grab a gun and shoot him in the middle of his sexy brain, but the smell of pancakes was too tempting to let go, and, truth be told, Abi and I's cooking skills were absolutely awful for what matters.

I silently sat on the table, resting my arm on it as I fixed my gaze on his still dimly damp brown hair, when a picture of his smile flashed in the back of my head. Mateo, looking at me with loving eyes and a warm heartfelt smile.

*Throwback*

"Hey beautiful," he said as he reached for my forehead, kissing it gently. I smiled looking at his dazzling eyes, and I adjusted my position on the bed, sticking my nose to his pillow. Our parents had business in Italy, that's why we were left alone. "Imagine my father's look if he ever found out that I spent the night here," I drowsily mumbled as we both burst into laughter. "I can't believe Nina actually believed your shitty excuse," he pursued as he threw the pan in the air, flipping it on the other side. "This pancake should drop its skincare routine. Look at how perfect it looks!"
A huge smile formed itself across his face, making his eyes impossible to see. My heart beat faster and faster as I gazed at my love's perfect face. "Maple syrup or honey, your majesty?"
"I'll go for honey,"

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Let me introduce you to Mateo.
Mateo was the sweetest human being. His voice was soft like summer rain.
A compassionate human being, always looking for the good in people, loving everyone unconditionally. He'd always think of others, the most selfless person, if you ask me. He had hazel eyes that would swallow me whenever I looked into them. His altruism was unconditional, always willing to put me before anyone, even himself. I was happy with him. I never thought I could find someone I love as much as I loved, and still love him.

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"What got you daydreaming about and smiling out of nowhere. I think this is the first time I see you smiling," Kyle's hoarse voice brought me back to reality. Tears engulfed my tired eyes, but I swallowed them back in. I can't show emotion anymore, especially not in front of this scumbag.

He shook the bottle of maple syrup and gave it a tap on its back, forcing the last drops to come out on my plate. "I don't like maple syrup! It tastes like sugary weed" I nagged like a 10 year old. He shot a strange cold look at me as he frowned. "Pshh, this is not your palace, Cordelia. I couldn't find something else. Guess you'll have to do with this. Or just don't eat," he continued, not looking at me once.
"You're a fucking stronzo!" I managed to continue. He shrugged his shoulders, indifferent to the insult I'd just thrown at him. "Acting tough," he mumbled under his breath. "Say that again?!"
He chuckled and shook his head.
"I don't like them. Too fluffy," I lied. They were delicious.
"Not my problem," he spat as he pulled a cigarette from his back pocket, lighting it with a nearly-empty lighter. I looked at him surprisingly. He didn't look like the kind to smoke. He rather looked like someone who looks after his health and eats salad for every dinner. I gestured with my hand "hand me one,"
he looked at me apathically, as if I asked him to offer me the moon. "Give me cigarette!" I repeated. "I didn't know you smoked." He muttered as he handed me one. "I didn't use to. Mateo hated cigarettes, so did I. After his death, I was like, 'fuck it' and put a cig in my mouth." Kyle shot me a blank look, an almost unexplainable one, and helped me light the cigarette. "I'm not addicted though, but I'm slowly getting used to it," I pursued. "Stop smoking if you're able to, if I were to go back in time, I wouldn't have smoked,"
"Then stop,"
"It's too late." he sighed as he got up and placed his plate in the sink. "Too late," he whispered again, the echo of his voice fading away.
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A/N:
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-Y