Cupid Hates Me ✔

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

"Rebecca!"

I groaned, my hands automatically fumbling on my bedside table to shut off the alarm…except it wasn't a mechanical alarm clock…it was a living, breathing –

"Come on, woman, up up up!"

- screaming, annoying, aggravating, –

"Get your butt outta that bed right now!"

Penelope.

"Up!"

The warm bedcovers were unceremoniously thrown away from me, as the black-haired girl tugged at my hair to pull me up.

"OW!" I yelled. "I'm up! Don't pull my hair!"

"But it's grown so long. Don't spoil my fun," she said, but thankfully marched out of my room to let me change.

I scowled at her retreating back before groggily walking to the small bathroom we shared. The smell of toast and omelettes drifted towards me and my stomach rumbled loudly. Penelope, fortunately, always made breakfast. If that chore was left to me, we'd be stuck with cereal.

I showered and brushed my teeth, before pulling on black jeans and a black and silver peasant-top. It took me around fifteen minutes. However, managing my hair was another story. Now that it was waist length, the curls were curlier and I had to apply all sorts of products to keep it from getting frizzy and looking like a crow's nest.

"Why the hell are you up at this ungodly hour?" I asked Penelope when I sat at the kitchen table half an hour later.

She grinned. "It's the first day of classes. I'm excited!"

I rolled my eyes at her childish excitement. "You're acting like it's the first day of kindergarten."

"In a way it is," she sighed. "We're taking the first steps into adulthood."

I raised an eyebrow at that. "We turned nineteen a few months ago, you know."

"Stop being such a spoilsport, wouldya?" she grumbled. "I'm trying to act all sagely here, so go along with it!"

"All hail your sageness," I mumbled sardonically, biting onto the delicious cheese omelette Penelope had made. Ah, nothing like melted cheese to start off the day.

An hour later, the doorbell rang loudly. Penelope practically skipped towards it. Skipping or running in our apartment is an amazing feat. The maroon carpeted floor was cluttered with books, notepads, magazines and several of my canvases and art stuff. The apartment had a joined living room and dining room with a sofa facing a small television, a bookcase lining the wall and a medium-sized wooden table with simple maroon chairs. The kitchen was the only place which was organized because Penelope couldn't work anywhere if it wasn't organized. Hence, her room was also quite neat. My room? Heh. Don't ask.

"Hey, babe," Ace greeted me, giving me a peck on the lips.

I smiled a greeting and turned to wave at Leon, but I found that he was preoccupied with Penelope's face. Grimacing, I turned towards Ace again.

"They never get tired, do they?" sighed Ace.

"I live here. Imagine what I have to see almost everyday," I stated, rolling my eyes at the couple still making out with each other.

"Just because you two act like an old married couple, doesn't mean we have to too," Penelope teased when she finally detached herself from Leon.

We didn't say anything to that for she was kind of right. It would be three years on February 14th. And that's a heck of a long time. We're just so used to each other that we don't even bother with the couple-y stuff anymore. It's almost like we're just friends again…with benefits. We don't fight, we don't talk everyday anymore and I know he doesn't love me and neither do I love him. I would've broken up with him a long time ago, except I just haven't found anyone else to be with. And I know I can't stay single, because that just brings my thoughts back to…him.