The morning was bright. Birds chirped, the sun was high in the sky and Sadie snored beside me. See? Perfect.
My body was positioned awkwardly on my bed, with my legs tangled with Sadie’s. I groaned and lifted myself up. Whilst in a dreary state, I checked the time on my clock. The red numbers 11:54 hit my eyes. Another groan escaped me when I realized I had been asleep for eight hours, which was not enough time. The party ended at two but I had to help Sophie clear her house out; then I had to carry Sadie back to my apartment with me. All in all, I needed more sleep. My head was banging and I felt the urge to throw up.
Sadie stirred next to me and mumbled something in her sleep. I rolled my eyes and climbed out of bed. My feet touched the soft carpet causing me to curl my toes. I stumbled to my tiny bathroom and went straight for the toilet.
Three minutes later and a whole lot of puking, I was done. Feeling disgusted by the puke--some of it had ended on my shirt--I took a nice hot shower. I knew it would wake me up more but I didn’t care. My poor blonde hair had suffered the wrath of my puke.
When I was done, I got out and wrapped the towel around my body. A light knock on the door interrupted all of my thoughts. Swinging the door open, I came face to face with Sadie’s disheveled state. Her purple hair was sticking out everywhere and a bit of drool was running down the side of her mouth.
“Toilet,” she murmured, walking past me. I knew Sadie would use my shower after so I got changed and hopped back into bed, leaving my hair wet and tangled. I fluttered my eyes shut and let my imagination go wild.
“I need coffee,” Sadie said, quietly. Her eyes were half shut, sometimes they would completely close for a minute before she snapped them open again. After her shower, Sadie decided to wake me up again. Angrily, I refused because I was so tired. So Sadie decided to literally crawl on top of me and wake me up. It ended up with us fighting each other, poorly, until we rolled off the bed.
“I need sleep,” I say, turning around to head back to my apartment. Before I could take a step, Sadie had grabbed my arm and dragged me back to the kitchen I shared with four other people. Most were still sleeping meaning we got it to ourselves. “Please, I want to sleep.”
Sadie shakes her head and turns the kettle on. “Nope, your not leaving me.”
Ugh, this girl!
“Why are you doing this to me?” I whine, leaning all of my body against the kitchen table. “You know how important sleep is to me.”
“But I’m important to you,” Sadie argues.
“No right now you aren’t,” I mutter to myself, hoping she couldn’t hear me over the boiling kettle. Fortunately for me, she couldn’t.
Sadie rolls her eyes and starts wandering around the kitchen, collecting cups and spoons. When the kettle has boiled, I pour the hot water into the cups and make the coffee.
“What are your plans today then?” Sadie asks me and immediately, a picture of Kai forms in my head. Technically, I’m supposed to see him tonight but he didn’t give me any details about the outing or his phone number so the chances of us going out together are slim. Not that I’m complaining.
I shrug my shoulders and sit down at the table, putting my mug of tea on the table next to Sadie’s. “Dunno yet.”
Sadie rolls her eyes and mutters something under her breath. Luckily for her, I don’t catch it because I suspect whatever she said was insulting to me. That girl thinks I’m clueless when it comes to her but I am, in fact, the opposite of clueless.
“Do you want to go out somewhere?” Sadie suggests.
I ponder over it for a second. As I debate it, the headache gets stronger and worse. It feels like a very loud AC/DC concert going on in my head. So I decided against going out. My bed seems like a nice place to be for the rest of the day. Plus, I can relax and prepare myself for work tomorrow.
“Nah,” I shake my head.
“Well, since your ditching me for your bed again, I think I might search for that blue-haired guy on Facebook,” Sadie announces, standing up from her seat. She quickly gulps down the hot coffee and marches out. I watch her go with amusement. That was such a Ren thing to do.
Back in high school, I would basically stalk a guy. I wanted the full teenage experience where I lost my virginity in school. That didn’t happen of course because apparently, I came off as too desperate and clingy. Pfft, as if.
Those guys were idiots anyway.
After Micheal and losing my virginity, I realized what I did was pointless. Instead of chasing guys who were obviously not worthy of being with me, I should have been looking for Mr. Right. Perhaps if I had started sooner, I would never have met or dated Michael. That would have saved me so much heartache.
“Is that you Ren?” A male’s voice asks, knocking me out of my thoughts. I peak up from my lashes to see one of my roommates, Kyle, shirtless. Kyle is a nice guy who has a decent sense of humor. Unfortunately, he’s a bit of a flirt. And I think he has a crush on me. I mean, can you blame him? I am awesome.
“Yeah,” I reply and leap up from my seat. I like Kyle but I’m really not in the mood for his flirting. Crazy right? But even I have my limits. I just can’t see myself dating or even hooking up with Kyle. He’s a friend and will always be a friend. Does he know that? Probably not.
I glance at Kyle’s chest, rating his abs an eight out of ten. Kyle, of course, takes my quick look as progress because he smirks cockily and buffs his chest out. I prevent myself from rolling my eyes at his new-found ego.
“Thanks, babe.” He replies. “So I was wondering, do you want to go out for lunch sometime? Maybe tonight if you’re free?”
Since when did Kyle rack up the courage to ask me out? He’s always so nice...and less confident. Most of our interactions involve him stuttering--even when he’s flirting. I think someone’s been taking their confidence pills...
“I’m really sorry Kyle but I can’t tonight. You’re a nice guy, you really are and I like you, as a friend, but that’s all we’ll ever be.” I tell Kyle, in an honest and sincere voice. Kyle’s face falters but he doesn’t let my words stop him.
“So how about a different day this week?” Kyle asks, disregarding nearly everything I just said.
Sighing, I run a hand through my hair. How do I say no without shattering his heart? Is there even a way to do this without breaking his heart?
Is this what Micheal felt like when I dumped him? I doubt it. Micheal didn’t bat an eyelash at my tears of pleads. He didn’t hug me or shed a tear. He just stood there and told me in a monotone voice that it was over.
What an ass.
“Kyle, I’m not going to date you ever so please, for your own sake, stop asking me and find another girl. You’re so nice and funny, any girl would be lucky to have you.” I say truthfully. “Now I have to go.”
To save my own conscious, I rush out of the kitchen and back into my room without looking at Kyle’s face. Because if I did, I knew I would crumble.
If there’s one thing I hate being, it’s mean. I’m not a mean person--well maybe to Kai but he deserves it and any other asshole who doesn’t respect me. And knowing I wasn’t nice to Kyle and knowing I hurt him will be on my conscious for the rest of my life. What can I say? I feel guilty about being bad. Sue me.
Please don’t sue me. I don’t have that much money.
“Blondie?” A familiar male’s voice sings, waking me up from my peaceful slumber. Groaning for the second time today, I snap my eyes open to be met with Kai’s annoying, amused eyes. On instinct, I punch his cheek--pathetically. “Ouch!” He cries, stumbling back. “What was that for?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it was for breaking into my room or for hovering over me whilst sleeping like a creep. Take your pick.” I reply sarcastically, sitting up in my bed. Kai rolls his eyes and rubs the side of his cheek. Anyone would think I gave him a proper sucker punch. “Wait! How did you get into my room? How do you know where I live?”
“God, for someone drowsy, you have a mean swing,” Kai mutters.
“Oi!” I click my fingers. “I asked you a question.”
Kai makes eye contact with me and smirks. “I know, I heard.”
I raise an eyebrow, giving him an expectant look.
“What? I’m not going to reveal that to you. Where I get the source of the information from is for me to know and you to never find out.” Kai utters cockily. Who does he think he is? If I wasn’t mad at the fact he broke into my room and woke me up from my sleep, I would continue my questioning.
Glaring at Kai, I shuffle off my bed and stretch my muscles. When I hear the bones in my body pop, I let out a satisfied grunt. Nothing beats feeling the pleasure of stretching. Well, except...
“You done there blondie?” Kai asks, “I have to admit, you looked rather sexy doing that. I have never been turned on by a girl stretching before.”
Narrowing my eyes, I kick Kai in the leg and take a step back as he hobbles on one leg. Giggles escape my lips as I watch him hop around.
Kai gives me a playful glare, now rubbing his leg. “Jeez woman, when did you become so violent?”
Good question. I’m not normally violent. I guess that’s another thing Kai does--bring out the violence in me. It’s another reason Kai is a bad influence. He brings out the worst in me.
“Why are you here Kai?” I ask him, giving him a hard stare.
After recovering from my kick, Kai plants his bottom on my chair and plasters one of his infamous smirks on his face. Why is he so conceited? Sure he’s attractive but come on! He’s not that attractive.
Who am I kidding? He is really attractive.
“I’m here for our date,” Kai answers smoothly. His eyes scan my room, drinking all of my things. I cross my arms over my chest and press my lips together. There is no way we are going on this date. I have it in my mind it’s not going to happen and I’d like to keep it like that.
“Excuse me?” I ask, in a screechy voice. Kai winces at the sound of it; I hate to admit it but so do I.
“Do I have to repeat what I said?” Kai asks me in a bored voice. My eyes narrow at the tone he uses.
“Yes, in fact, you do,” I reply boldly.
Kai rolls his eyes and stretches his long legs out on my carpet. He drums his fingers on the armchair, making an annoying beat that will be stuck in my head for a long time.
“I agreed to leave you alone last night on the condition that you would go out with me tonight,” Kai answers my question, arrogantly. So blondie, get your stuff because we’re leaving in five minutes.” He then orders.
Huffing and sending him a frosty glare, I collect my bag and coat. Luckily I didn’t change back into my PJ’s earlier when I collapsed in my bed. Thoughts of Kyle cross my mind again. Most importantly, the look of utter sadness on his face--in his eyes. My heart pounds with guilt at what I did. I hate being cruel. Micheal was cruel to me and I don’t ever want to share it.
“Let’s go,” I announce quickly, throwing my coat on me. Kai stands up and strolls over to the door, swinging it open for me.”
“After you blondie,” he says, his British accent knitted in his voice.
Scowling, I head out, having no idea what to expect tonight. God, I hope he doesn’t do something horrible.