CHELSEA

Uncovered

I woke up feeling different, I couldn't say what exactly was different. I remained on my bed trying to recollect my dream, it was the first time we actually got to do it in the dream

When I say *we* I meant ChelDy or Dysea? Anyways y'all know what I'm talking about.

I smiled at the memory again and again and yawned, 

"it is possibly already dark outside I hope I didn't miss dinner." i said.
Sitting up, I felt so sore I flinched, then I realized it was no fucking dream we actually did it, it wasn't in my head... Me... Dylan...

"We had sex!". I bit my lips at another lingering memory..

I try to figure if I am glad or I hate myself.. I don't think i hate myself but i don't know how i will feel when we see each other, I don't know if I can face him without the continual hot cheeks and light headed feelings .

"Oh no.. no" I could feel the hotness on my cheeks already, I buried my head in my hands.

"Chelsea?" I didn't hear Charlotte enter.. "you okay?"

She was already on my bed in front of my me, face few inches away from mine.

"Why so close?" I said, raising a brow. She smiled, revealing her single dimple.

"I am just taking a close look at you, you seem different though". She said, retreating.

"Wait, what do you mean". I asked, curious.

"I don't know, something is just ... I don't know... really, don't listen to me I don't even understand myself sometimes". She lets out a short laugh , climbed and started jumping on my bed.
"Your bed is so soft". She giggled like a four year old.

"Charlotte, get down". I said,

 getting up to change into my pajamas, I walked to the dresser opened a drawer and was already contemplating which to wear when she called..

"Chelsea?"

I turned facing her. My heart racing.

"What have been up to?" She asked, now she was sitting quietly on the bed as if expecting an explanation.

I swallowed.

"What do you mean? What are you talking about? I.. I don't get you, ca..cant i just stay indoor and relax? Why must you question my whereabouts or anything, I was indoors doing nothing special.. I was just reading.._No!.. sleeping.._ well I was reading and then I slept off.. And the i_"

"Chelsea!" She cuts in. giggling louder now " I was just starting small talks, why so jumpy?"  now she had a confused look on her face which was quickly replaced with a wide grin.

"Oh.. Well, OK." I quickly said tugging on my sleep-in shirt and shorts, heading towards the door.

"Where you going?" I paused

"To have dinner".

"You slept through dinner dummy." She said at last getting up and walking past me, out the door humming a tune".

i slept through dinner... I repeated in my head, still standing.

"But your food is in the microwave!" she called out in her tiny voice.

"Thanks!" I said. Running my hands through my hair. I sighed, resting my hand in my hips.

* * * *

I sneaked into the kitchen, grabbed my dinner, headed out then turned to grab a bottle of water in the refrigerator, that's when I noticed her.

Jessica.

I didn't even notice her in the kitchen when i entered. I stood there, wearing a sarcastic look.

"what". i murmured, reaching out to get the bottled water.

" I haven't seen much of that_" gesturing at me, "today, where have you been? Not that I care... You know, just asking." She said chewing her gum, strange smirk playing on her lips.
"I mean, you missed dinner So just wondering". she said at last

rolling my eyes. "buzz of Jessica". i started to leave.

" he isn't back" i heard her say, i halted.

"he carried a bag with him on his way out, been gone for hours now and he isn't back yet." 

" who?" i asked, turning to face her.

"Dylan". she answered, and i froze holding my breathe.

" i wonder what happened Chelsea"... she reached out and touched my hair rolling it in her fingers. i wonder why." she said still toying with my hair, i  shoved her hands off.

"what do you mean". i finally said trying to hide whatever it was i feeling earlier.. anxiety?

" oh do not play dumb Chelsea. you know what i am talking about". irritation was begining to slip in her voice, now she was being impatient.

" i don't under_"

"what did you do!" she cuts in, her voice no longer a whisper, louder now. " i saw him walk out of your room with worry written all over him what have you done to my Dylan, you twat! attention seeking bitch!". she spoke out in visible rage.

" i didn't_".

"whats going on here?" we both turned at the sound of the voice.