Chapter Eight
I wake up to the thundering headache that pounds in my skull. I put my hands to both sides of my head a groan, sitting up and instantly regretting it when my stomach churns. I sit still for a few moments, waiting for my stomach to settle and the latest wave of pain from my headache to fade.
I open my eyes and find my room empty except for me and the sun that shines into my room, making it almost painfully bright.
Last night’s events come crashing down on me and I look to the space beside me on the bed and find it empty.
He had left.
I shake my head irritably before wincing when the world spins and my stomach turns again. Before I can react my hand flies to my mouth and I run to the toilet before emptying my stomach into the porcelain bowl.
When I am done I quickly brush my teeth and get in the shower, the headache following my every move.
I dry off and get dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a loose t-shirt when I get out before going to the bathroom and grabbing a Tylenol and a glass of water before tipping two back and leaning on the counter.
The murmur of his voice before I fell asleep rolls through my head as I sip my water slowing, questioning myself silently as to what he could have said.
I walk back into my room before laying down onto my bed and grabbing my phone off the bedside table and finding a missed call from my mother, Sage, and Marcus. I shake my head at their names before calling my mother back, waiting for the lecture I am about to receive.
“Hello?” her voice says after only the third ring.
“Hey mom, sorry I didn’t answer your call, just woke up.” I tell her, which really wasn’t a lie, it was why I woke up so late that I would have to lie about if it came down to it.
“Why are you getting up so late? It’s already two o’clock.”
And here is where the lies come in.
“Well Sage came over for a while last night and didn’t leave until late and when she did I crashed.” I tell her, laughing slightly to lighten the mood, despite the awful mood I know I would be in if I wasn’t on the phone with my mother.
“Oh, listen sweetie, the doctor just came in, can I let you go and call you back later?” she asks me.
“Yea.”
When I have hung up I find that I had ten unread messages, two from Sage, three from Marcus, three from three different guys I have no clue who they are, probably someone I rambled my number to last night, one from Rick, asking if I wanted to smoke some more pot soon, and one more.
From Xander himself.
How are you doing this morning?
I sigh slightly, my fingers hesitating over the keyboard. So many questions run through my mind at once.
How long did you stay? Why did you leave? Why did you help me?
What did you say?
But instead I don’t ask any of them.
Fine.
I sigh once more before laying my phone down beside me, placing my hands over my eyes and groaning. I sink down into my pillows, my hands still over my face before the slide off. I keep my eyes shut, and feel myself begin to fall into a light sleep before jumping slightly when my phone goes off loudly. I glance down and see the remaining words from his text flashing across the screen.
You sure? You were pretty messed up last night.
I debate my next text, wondering if I should really send it after I have already typed it out. Finally I press the send button before I delete it and watch it pop up onto my screen, the ‘sent’ telling me it is to late to take it back.
What did you say last night before I fell asleep? I heard you mumble something but didn’t hear what you said.
I watch the screen, not taking my eyes off it as I wait for him to respond.
What are you talking about? How would I have said something?
I look down at the text with confusion, my eyebrows furrowing slightly.
What do you mean?
I look away from the screen and to the wall in thought, wondering what he could mean. That is until my phone goes off in my hand.
How would I have said anything before you went to bed? I didn’t see you when you went to bed. The last time I seen you, you were leaving the party with that Tucker guy from the party.
I stare at my phone in disbelief, running over the events of last night in my head before quickly texting back.
No…. you drove me home… and then stayed with me. I know you did.
Once again, I run them once more through my mind as I wait for him to text back. I shake my head, looking down at his old messages with shock and confusion.
Why was he lying?
You must have really been messed up last night.. but nice to know that when you are drunk you day dream about me. I always knew you had the hots for me.
Anger bubbles inside of me and I take a deep breath before texting back.
Why are you lying to me? You know I am right.
“You have got to be kidding me.” I say softly, rereading his last message, making the anger bubble even more and my fists clench slightly.
Sorry. Didn’t know I knew anything but the fact that you are just another girl that dreams about getting with me.
I stare at the message with disbelief, the anger becoming almost unable for me to contain, I want nothing more than to march my ass over there and kick his ass myself.
You are such an asshole. Stay away from me.
“Wait… my car.” I whisper to myself, remembering him driving me home last night and me worrying about my car. I get up from my bed and make my way slowly to the window and look out onto the driveway, finding my car sitting outside. My eyebrows pull down and I shake my head slightly, feeling my phone go off in my hand once more.
Don’t worry, I planned on it. Wouldn’t want your next drunken story to be that you slept with me.
My jaw clenches so hard it is almost painful but I ignore it.
Oh yes, because you have never done that before? When you were sober? Course not. Glad you finally forgot about it. I have been trying to do that for a year.
After I have sent the text I smile, knowing I have won. And the victory never subsides, even when he doesn’t text back. Telling me I have defiantly won.
But even through the victory, I feel a slight pain. I don’t know why, and I don’t know what could have caused it.
But what if I did?
What if I was just to scared to admit that it hurt to know he was forgetting me?
Hey Readers! :)
So here is a update, finally lol. Sorry it was so short, I am having a hard time focusing tonight, a lot of things are going on around me and I am unable to focus on the story for even a short time. Lol
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I don't think I will be updating for a few days at the least. I may update tomorrow but there is no guarantee. I am going to see the Mortal Instruments Saturday (which I am super excited for) lol. I am a HUGE Mortal Instruments fan lol. But the point is, there will be no update Saturday. But be patient! There will be one soon! :)
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