RMYG: Chapter 9

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Remember Me…Your Girlfriend?

Chapter Nine

I wake up, feeling something soft touch my head. I open my eyes sleepily, my eyes adjusting to the darkness, the only light coming through my open room door. I look up at my mom, who is gazing down at me worriedly whilst stroking my hair.

“Are you okay? You just went off like that. Matthew told me you weren’t feeling well.” My mom whispers, her thumb tracing comfortable circles on my temple.

I blink lazily, still half asleep. “I felt a bit nauseas and tired. Is Matthew still here?” I murmur, lifting my head which felt like a ton to me right now, to look out the room door to see if he’s maybe standing there. There is no one.

“No. They all left twenty minutes ago. I came up to check on you.” I lay my head back on the pillow and close my eyes, “Do you want me to get anything for you?” she still sounded worried.

I shake my head, “I just want to sleep.” And die.

“Okay, but if you need anything please let me know.” She gave me a kiss on my forehead and stood up, the weight on my mattress shifting. She closed the door and the light was cut off, leaving me to myself in the darkness.

Now I have to try to fall asleep again. It happened faster than I thought.

I wake up again, feeling a soft wind on my face this time, or more like a breeze. I open my eyes just to come face to face with Alexis. I gasp and move back. Alexis just giggles and leans back so she was sitting straight on my bed. “Took you a while to notice.”

I squint at her, my eyes narrowed with sleep; they were still trying to bring everything into focus. “What are you doing here?” I mumble, blinking a few times, my vision clearing.

Alexis went over to my windows and threw open the curtains, making me wince at the sudden brightness. “Get ready; I’m driving you to school.”

I sigh. “Doesn’t Matthew drive you to school?” I really don’t want to see him.

“I told him I’d take the time to drive you, since you always take the bus and I want to do something good for you.” Alexis turns to smile at me.

I push the blanket off of me and lift my legs out of bed, “What’s wrong with the bus?” I ask a little offensive as I stood up.

“Nothing. I just thought maybe you’d rather like to take a ride with me than the bus.” Alexis says, following me out the room and into the bathroom that is just next door.

“Of course I’d rather drive with you.” I say automatically as I put toothpaste on my brush before placing it in my mouth and start brushing so I had an excuse not to talk. The truth is, I really don’t want to drive with her. Not after yesterday. I feel so extremely guilty. I hated it that she is standing there all clueless to the situation.

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