Save Me

Chapter 23

My eyelashes flutter; I wake up due to loud music. A blaring sound is echoing inside my room. I force my eyes to unlock; darkness covers my small room. I groan in frustration that my beautiful and relaxing sleep was so abruptly interrupted. I walk to my window and finally detect the origin of the deafening noise. At the end of the road, a huge house decorated with many colorful lights is the cause of the interruption. I can see some people from my bedroom despite the distance.

I remember Jacob mentioning the party that will take place; all his crew is there which means Corbyn is too. The thought of him messing with other girls makes me nauseous and tears prick my eyes. I lay in my bed, and attempt to fall asleep again ignoring the music that travels to my ears. Just when I feel my lashes getting shut and I hear a sudden sound. I thought it was just my mind playing games with me but a voice reassures me that this is not the case.

"Fuck," I quickly sit up; I turn on my light on my nightstand and find Corbyn leaning against my door. Relief washes over me and happy surprise blooms inside my fragile soul; he's finally here with me.

"Corbyn...what-what are you doing here?" I ask and he smirks making my heart melt in a heartbeat.

"What are you doing?" He questions instead, still smirking. I frown at his odd behavior; he said all those hateful things to me, was ignoring me all these days and now, here he is staring at me with those electric glistening blue eyes of his.

"I'm sleeping, trying actually," I mutter as he moves to my bed causing my heart to start beating faster by the second.

"Can't sleep?" He whispers in a soft voice after he sits on the edge of my bed. I see melancholy troubling his fuzzy eyes yet I might just imagined that as well as his feelings for me.

"Yes, the..." Before I can't justify my inability to sleep as I'd planned, he speaks.

"Me neither," He admits. "Not tonight, I mean the other nights..." He adds rubbing his eyes; only then do I notice the dark circles painted under his eyes, giving away his exhaustion and lack of sleep. I know very well that he won't answer my question as to why he can't sleep so I stay silent; having nothing to say but he does.

"See, a girl has..." My eyes shoot to his before he finishes and the moment our eyes contact; he halts midsentence. Tears gather at the back of my eyes while I think of the girls that are keeping him awake when I stay in my room alone; thinking about a blonde boy with sky sparkling blue eyes.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" His voice is a little huskier than usual yet there's a vulnerability creeping in. A frown forms on my brow at his words.

"Corbyn, what are you talking about?" Confusion possesses me; I don't comprehend. He knows the answer to this question. I can't understand the reason why he would ask me. An unpleasant thought crosses my mind; H wants to hurt me more. The answer my brain offers makes me angry and my breath quickens. "I was thinking..."

"Corbyn cut the play! You hurt me and I was naive that I let it happen. I don't need you to tell me that!" I say in one breath and he giggles.

"Why on earth are you..." My voice trails off as realization dawns on me; I finally connect all the pieces of the puzzle that it's called Corbyn. He's drunk; he hasn't stop smirking, his eyes are glowing and his pupils are dilated. It's like his deep blue ocean is fighting against the growing darkness.

"Are you drunk?" The words are out of my mouth before I know it.

"Maybe," He whispers coming closer.

"I think you should go home," I exclaim but he steps closer as I move backward until my back hits the board of my bed.

"Corbyn, go home," I repeat; my voice is shaking under his influence as my body starts reacting. I distance myself knowing that this crazy proximity of his body in mine will only make things worse. He isn't conscious of his actions and my feelings are hurt by this blonde drunk boy. Not the perfect combination, even for us.