𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐄 , jaeden martell

( SIX !! )

CHAPTER SIX; IN WHICH, HE'S CALLED PRETTY BOY AND SHE'S CALLED BLONDIE
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REST AND RECOVERY; that's what I told myself. All I needed was a good night's rest and do something that took my mind off it.

When I first woke up, I didn't remember any of it but as the day went on - especially after my shower - everything came back to me.

I changed into a cream wool vest with straps and oyster white shorts. The draft from my window made me shiver so I threw on an extra layer; a light green wool cardigan.

I laid on my bed watching my favourite movie to shake my mind of it but whatever I did, I couldn't stop thinking about him.

At the time, I was staring at his lips because that's where he wanted me to look. Now, that was the picture that was burnt into my memory.

The amount of times I wanted to scream while thinking about him had me questioning what I was doing.

I can't stop thinking about him. Why don't I just call him? I don't have his number. I'll see him at school? It's too far away and it'll be awkward.

Finally, I went out with my mom which distracted me for a while. When we got home, my mom put away our shopping while I went upstairs to my room.

I sat down and started playing a movie on my laptop. It was a sad, romantic sort of movie which would usually have me bawling my eyes out but I wasn't concentrating and was scrolling mindlessly on my phone.

I kept checking to see if he'd texted me, which he hadn't because he wouldn't (why would he?). He didn't even know me.

I felt myself on the verge of tears from anger and great stress that I threw my phone on my bedsheets and screamed into my pillow.

I heard a knock at my bedroom door.

"Come in!" I said, sitting up.