Bitter love

Chapter 14

I groan, rolling over on my side. a sharp pain flashes through the front of my head causing me to wince. I sit up groggily to look out of the window. Alex's window. I'm in Alex's room?

I whip my head around the room. Alex is nowhere to be seen. I look to the old alarm clock that sits on the bedside table. 12:00 pm?! I quickly hop out of bed, ignoring the nausea that comes with me moving too fast.

I find my phone sitting on Alex's desk next to a bottle of water and two Motrin. Thank god for Alex. I pop the Motrin in my mouth and practically guzzle the water down.

As soon as I check my phone I notice several missed calls from Claire and several messages as well. One of them asking if I'm ok and...the letter.

Suddenly I remember. the letter from her.

I feel my face get hot and clench my fists. This is the second time she's done this. She probably needs money. That's why she's coming back. Last time she said she really missed me and wanted to come back but that was years ago. She said she was gonna come get me. But then I heard from my aunt that she had lent my mother money and then my mom never showed up.

That's all she wants from me.

I take a deep breath and look down at my feet.

Oh right and him. My mind goes back to the events that occurred before I received the letter.

Dylan. Why do I even care? We don't even know each other that well. And yet that doesn't matter to me. I want to know him better for some reason. I guess curiosity can really kill you.

I shift uncomfortably on my feet. My clothes. I'm still wearing my clothes. I look around the room to Alex's closet.

I pull out my favorite Red t shirt. I think he looks best in red.

I strip down to my underwear and pull the oversized t-shirt over my head.

The sent of Axe body spray fills my nostrils.

I trudge to Alex's bathroom. I almost jump at my appearance in the mirror. My hair is tangled and frizzy, strands of it out poking out everywhere. I brush my fingers over the swollen skin under my eyes, noticing how sore they feel.

After examining the damage in the bathroom, I walk back into the bedroom and pull a pair of basketball shorts from Alex's bottom drawer.

I know Alex is downstairs, I don't wanna go downstairs and have him rant to me about Dylan. But I really could use his comfort.

I let out a sigh before walking down the stairs. Alex's snores surround me as I reach the living room.

He's on his back on the couch, one hand resting and the other resting on the back of the couch, one leg dangles off while the other is bent and pressed against the inside of the couch.

I chuckle at his head laid back, on the arm of the couch, his mouth wide open.

I grab the throw blanket from the other couch and lay it across him before placing a kiss on his cheek.

I know he's gonna give me shit for walking out on him, but I can't sleep.

I pull my hair into a ponytail before walking out the front door. The cold hair hits my face, waking me up from my half sleep stage. To bad it doesn't help with the headache.

I regret not grabbing one of Alex's hoodies instead of a shirt, but I know I'll warm up once I run.

My tired legs work hard, taking me along the street, the same route I take every night.