When I woke up, Mom and Dad were gone.
Like always. Which was actually better since they wouldn't have appreciated my morning look. Which by the way, was disastrous.
Not the messed up morning hair or anything. I think it was far more worse than that. My hair had developed itself into a nest over night. I was still wearing my mud smeared sneakers. There were thorny gashes on my arms due to jumping and climbing down the window. And my head was hurting like shit.
I would've looked like a zombie and I'm sure mom would've screamed if she had seen me. I screamed myself when I looked in the mirror. Well, almost.
The first thing I did was take a quick shower because I knew Alex would be here any minute to pick me up. And I really wouldn't like to explain this to him.
The only thing I got out of yesterday night was a cold. My nose was red and runny. Going out at night in Crestmont Hill isn't what you should do. I hadn't thought about that earlier.
I stepped in the hot shower thinking it might be helpful for my cold but ended up hissing in pain as it made its way down my head.
Life's not fair.
I touched the back of my head slowly. I had slammed pretty bad on the ground. I'm surprised I didn't end up with a concussion.
Grabbing my most coverable hoodie, I switched off the lights, and got out of the house as I heard Alex's car honking.
"Morning." I murmured with a sniff.
"You caught a cold? You didn't have it when you talked on the phone. Where were you last night? Did you go outside?" Alex asked turning towards me with a frown.
I sometimes think he would do a great job being a detective.
"Ate a lot of ice cream last night. That's why I caught a cold." I lied looking right ahead.
I could almost feel his suspicious gaze boring into the side of my head before he shrugged and started the car.
"You could end up dying if you eat that much ice cream. How much did you eat anyway? Three tubs? Five?" He asked.
How could he think that? I most definitely did not eat that much.
"Seven." I muttered.
He looked at me as if I was a person from another planet. Then he turned around and decided not to say anything more.
Classes went the same that day. Usual. Though it was extra hard concentrating on Physics today. You can't listen to teacher's lectures when your nose is running and you almost feel feverish. I didn't know if it was the cold or Physics itself, that made me feel like I might throw up.
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Bitter Heart | ✔Teen Fiction
Caden Fernando Miller. Hot, notorious and the most famous bad boy of Crestmont High. Attention seekers flirt with him. Idiots fight with him. The ones who are rewarded with a piece of sense by God, they stay away from him. If you fight with him, you...