Hot Chocolate.

Chapter Thirteen

I didn't leave my room for over a week, the only time I did was at night, when I wouldn't bump into to anyone and have to talk to them, to get food. It's not that everyone had tried to get me to come out, or in Toms way, get a grip, he was joking around though- I hope. Everyone this is except Nathan, I didn't expect him too. But right now, I need my best friend, which is a shame because hey-ho it's Nathan, why the hell did I come to America! I am the thickest girl in the world! The week went really slow, I cried most of the time, either in the shower, in bed, on the floor- even on the toilet! This is how much this has reduced me too, crying on the toilet! Megan-is-so-sexy-i-want-to-rip-her-clothes-off, not me, Nathan, or Max, tried to get Nathan to speak to me, but he hates me so much he threw a water bottle at her and told her to go away. It hurt, my heart, my head, my body. Every time my heart thudded inside my chest it shot pain through me as if it was being teared out. I finally cried myself out a couple of days ago, and had been in a trance ever since, not crying but still hurting, sat on my bed crossed legs in sweats and hoody, my hair was frizzy from not drying it properly after showering, my nails bitten down from the nasty habit that comes back with vengeance when I'm upset. 

Today, something changed, I suddenly was sick of moping around, I was just going to get on with me life- forget Nathan. Yes, forget...hang on what's his name? I laugh at my attempt of humour. I got up from bed and showered quickly, then I focused on sorting my hair out which took about half an hour, I consentrated on what I was doing so closely my brain hurt, but it kept my mind occupied. I dressed in a pair of three quarter length trackies and a jack wills T-shirt. So now I'm standing by the door to my landing, I take a depth breath, I've got to do this- head high. I pulled open the door and headed down stairs. 

I headed for the kitchen, I was thirsty, and hopefully no one will be in there. I was wrong of course, Rhian was sat there with Jay, talking about something that I obviously cannot hear as they stopped abruptly as I entered,

"WOAH! She's alive!" Jay shouted in fake suprise, Rhian laughed and got up and gave me a quick hug,

"Nice to see you too Jaybird." I replied, getting some apple juice from the fridge and pouring it into a large glass, I took a deep sip and looked around aimlessly, "So, where is everyone?" I asked casually, I was practically asking where Nathan is but no one needs to know,

"Tom is in the lounge, Max and Megan went out on a date day, Seev is on a stroll and Nathan is in his room." Jay reeled off,

"He hasn't left all week." Rhian said looking at the ground, Jay nodded, "He won't speak to anyone.",

I laughed, "Sounds familiar.",

"What exactly went down once I sent you upstairs?" Jay asked raising his eyebrows,

"Uhmm." I stutter blushing, "Stuff." , Jay gave me a look that clearly said spill bitch spill, "Well, I tried to sort it out, but he was being a prat, so then I yelled at him and then told him that 'I fucking love you! Idiot!', and then left." I say, I start to think of Nathan, maybe he is hurt, no I'm not thinking of him- I shook my head to clear it,

"Aw, so romantic!" Rhian said sarcastically, I forced a laugh, it is right- true love? There is no such thing as love, true love, or even fate. There is only hate, disappointment and pain. I felt like crawling back into bed for another week, get this awful holiday over, get away from Nathan and never have to think about him again. I finished my drink and headed back upstairs, I'll just stay in my room-

"Glory? Is that you?" Nathan said opening his door, my heart gave a violent lurch in my chest,

"No." I reply carrying on walking,

"Talk to me please?" Nathan said, he sounded desperate,

"No." I say again in the same flat tone, still walking,