Can't Hold Back

Chapter Thirteen

After a tiring day at school, I was finally lounging in the confines of my home. Believe me, when I say, doing the preparations for the graduation does drain out all the energy. Thank goodness I took a hearty breakfast early today. Or else, I would have been lying on the hospital bed with IVs attached to my arms. The mere thought of needles made me shudder. Did I ever tell you how passionate about needles? Yeah, passionate. Ha. I'm so funny. Not.

Okay, I hate needles. That's it. It was around 4 p.m. when I reached home. I quickly made myself a warm bath to relax. After almost soaking in it for an hour, I reluctantly got out of it and went straight to the bed, which is after changing into my Dead pool PJs. Declining Raven's offer to have dinner before sleep, I sank deeper into the bed. I didn't felt like eating anything. Heck, I didn't even want to move. I felt so done. So I asked her to have dinner without me, much to her dismay. She hates eating alone. And now, I end up feeling bad. Pushing away those thoughts, I tossed and turned around on the bed, trying to get comfy. Still, I couldn't sleep. I glanced at the digital clock on the night table. It was 7.30 in the evening.

Oh goooooddd.....How long have I been just laying here!??

Huffing, I turned facing the window that gave me a clear view of Noah's bedroom. It was dark, maybe he wasn't home. He's barely home, I noticed. Then only I remembered our little argument this morning. We argued because he was acting bipolar. Was he mad at me?

He's the one who started it, remember?

Still, I shouldn't have shouted back at him.

It's not your fault and stop thinking about that jerk!!!

Should I tell him I was sorry?

NO!!

But I-

SHUT YOUR TRAP AND GET BACK TO SLEEP!!

I sighed tiredly as my eyed felt heavy. I fell into a restless sleep, unaware of those piercing green eyes staring back at me.

***

Do you know what my favourite thing in a week is? The weekend, of course. And most probably you'd know the reasons too. 1) No school, no home works, no infuriating teachers, no high school drama. 2) I can spend my day at Mrs. Welsh's coffee shop. By 'spend my day', I don't mean sitting at a booth by the window with a mug of hot cappuccino and getting lost in thought. What I meant was, working behind a counter and improving my latte art skills.

I've been working at the coffee shop since my sophomore year as it's been like three years with the Welsh. Let me tell you, they are the sweetest people in the whole wor- universe. No doubt. The elderly couple is a close friend of Travis and Lily. They've known me since I was a toddler. When I had some financial problems during the early years of high school, they kindly offered me a part-time job at their coffee shop. I didn't want Travis and Lily to worry about my personal expenses. They've already done a lot for me, for that, I am forever in debt to them.

Without any further a due, I jumped out of my bed and took a quick shower. I pulled my white knitted sweater over my turquoise tank top and wiggled into my black, skinny jeans. I had no idea of doing my hair today, so I just threw on a grey beanie.

What? Time is precious, you guys.

Finally, I slipped into my converse and...done. I skipped all the way to the coffee shop, all the while humming to my favorite tune. Just as I opened the door, the rich scent of grounded coffee hit me like a fucking tsunami. Far better than the smell of new books, trust me. A soft giggle interrupted my quality proofing session. My head instantly perked up, and my eyes fell on none other than Mrs. Welsh. She was almost on her late fifties, but she was one hardworking woman. A heartwarming smile graced her lips, and mine mirrored hers immediately.