Bruises and scars. (Teacher/student love story)

15 Bruises and scars.

SATURDAY

October the 30th.

A light banging wakes me up and then I start to translate the muffled talking on the other side of the door, "Scarlete, you bitch. Where the Fuck is your Ibuprofen!" Josie's voice rises when she talks and then there's a low groan.

"Josie just go in there and wake her up." Spencer's voice.

"Heck no. They're probably naked. If you want to see them naked then go ahead."

Alex groans next to me and pulls the blanket over his head, "It's so bright."

I wiggle under the blankets and kiss his temple, "Morning."

He smiles, "Morning." Then he frowns, "Can you get me some Ibuprofen?"

I laugh, "You're not the first in line for that one."

He peeks up at me from the blankets and then immediately pulls it back over his head, "what do you mean?"

"Can't you hear them?"

The blankets freeze as Alex listens to Spencer and Josie argue and then there's a low chuckle, "Alright give them Ibuprofen, and then bring me some please."

I smile, "Alright."

I climb out of bed and quickly slip on the nearest clothes. Which happen to be Alex's shirt and my underwear. Alex's shirt covers me to mid thigh so I open the door in just that.

Josie's hair is everywhere and eyeliner is smeared under her eyes, "Where's your ibuprofen?"

I hold in a laugh by biting my lip, "Follow me."

They follow me into the bathroom down the hall where I take three and then hand them the bottle, "Here."

They both grunt thank yous and then I go back to my room.

I close the door and then hand Alex a half empty water bottle from my nightstand table, and the three pink pills.

He sits up the blanket falling around his waist, "I need to go home." He grumbles, "I have to write an essay so that we can hang out all day tomorrow before trick or treating."

I smile, "What's the essay about?"

He rolls his eyes, "I dunno something stupid I'm sure."

I laugh and pull off his shirt throwing it onto the bed. I pull on new clothes and then start to pull a brush through my hair, "So that means you're leaving me to get our drunk friends out of here by myself?"

He shakes his head, "No, I'll make sure to help with that before I leave."

I smile, "Good."

I sit down on the edge of the bed and move hair from his forehead, "So I'll call you tonight then?"

He nods and kisses my palm, "Yup." Then he freezes as something catches his attention, "What's this?"

He shows me my palm and for the first time I remember my encounter with Mr. Blake last night. His address is still printed on my hand.

I freeze, "What?"

Alex points to my palm, "Is this an address?"

I shrug, "Ah yeah. I um have to go pick up something for my mom, from a friend. She called last night and so I didn't have paper. So I wrote the address on my hand."

I refrain from biting my lip. That's such a bad lie. I'm right handed and it's on my right hand. There's no way I could have written that. Also the fact that that's clearly not my hand writing.