Forever His

Chapter Fifteen

When I felt like all my tears were exhausted, I pulled away from Drew's hug, wiped my eyes and sniffed.

I turned around and left the room without saying another word. I didn't have the courage to look up at him else I'd fall right into his arms again which was the opposite of what I needed at the moment.

Everyone was asleep by now or they just ignored my presence. I found my way to his kitchen and started raiding his cabinet.

I found a box of NASCO cornflakes and his milk. I took a bowl and poured myself some of the milk and cornflakes.

I sat on his stool and began to eat. I took out my phone and switched on my mobile data, I haven't been online for a while now.

My phone started vibrating non stop as messages came flooding in. I scrolled through them, replying to the ones that needed a reply and leaving some.

Messages from my mum, sister, dad, cousins and... Mike?

This is unbelievable, I haven't spoken to Mike in like two years! Michael Greenwood is my friend from when we were still living in Chicago.

He was both Andrew and I's friend but he was highly disapointed with Andrew when he heard what he did. I think he actually punched Andrew then.

I had been so occupied with school over here that I kind of forgot about him for a while and he stopped chatting with me too so, his chat remained at the bottom of the list for so long.

I read the message over and over again to be sure it was from him. I've kind of missed him.

He was asking how I was and how Andrew and Nigeria were. I quickly typed in a reply telling him that I was fine and Andrew was fine too and that I missed him.

He wasn't online at the moment so I'd have to wait for his reply later on. His message reminded me of our friends over there who I haven't talked to in what feels like ages.

Feeling like it, I sent them messages resembling Mike's. It'd be great to hear from them again.

When I was satisfied with myself and was done with my cereal, I dropped my plate in the sink, not wanting to wake people up by washing it and headed back to the room.

Drew was now seated on his bed. His head in his hands and face down. He looked up when I closed the door.

"Mike asked about you," I told him not wanting to stay in the uncomfortable silence.

"Mike, as in Michael Greenwood?" He sounded shocked. Well he should be.

"Yep," I popped the 'p' and sat on the other end of the bed making sure to keep the distance between us.

He touched his cheek, obviously remembering the punch Mike gave him then, "right. I'll chat him up later."

"You do that. Now get out of the bed, I want to sleep." I shooed him with a wave of my hand, not wanting to make contact with him.

He looked at me as if I was crazy before he stood up from the bed. It looked like he wanted to say something else but held his tongue.

I climbed into the bed and tucked myself under his sheets not bothering to spare him another glance. Its like everytime I look at him the rational part of my brain stops working and I just do things without thinking.

His bed was fairly big enough for both of us to sleep in but I didn't want him to. I felt like pushing him from his own bed was a punishment to him.

"Goodnight," I mumbled under my breath as I closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep.

"Goodnight," I heard him say followed by his footsteps on the floor, shufflng and the lights in the room went off.