I sit up and throw my covers off.Way too fast.A smallish wave of nausea rolls over me, and I put my head into my hands and will it away. I have always had fun at WWW before, butneverduring the school year.
On the table next to me is a couple Tylenol and a glass of water. I groan and immediately take them. That’s when pots and pans crash around in my kitchen and the blessed scent of coffee trickles into my room.
Oh fucking shit.Iknowwho I talked to on the phone last night. I quickly look at my bed, but I see his side… or the other side of the bed looks undisturbed. I tried sleeping in the middle of the bed. It didn’t work. I could not sleep. I, embarrassingly, bought a body pillow to lay onthatside. I didn’t even do that after my last disaster of a relationship.
Another sound from the kitchen has me scrambling to check my phone. “Maybe there’s something here.” Once I get my phone unlocked, my notifications populate the lockscreen. “Huh.” I have eight messages. One from Vicky, one from Sonya, four from Trevor, and two from Carter. Interesting.I have no Earthly idea who it could be.I go at it straight, no hesitation, and read them to see if they give me anything to go off of.
Vicky
See you bright and early, lovely. I hope you had the fun you so obviously needed ;)
Uh, what the fuck does that mean? I got a ride home from…someone. Shit. I’ll remember.
Sonya
Thank you so much for the invite. I had such a good time! See you at school in the morning!
She’s a doll. I’m definitely hanging out with her again. I wish I knew if I should say something to her about Taylor and Zack. He looked pretty smitten the day she borrowed him in class, but Taylor does have Carter, so maybe I’d be creating drama where there is none. I don’t know. I’ll keep my eyes out better, now that I know Sonya is with Zack. I don’t trust men right now.
Next I’ll check Trevor.Did I call him?Nope. Just messages.
Trevor
I’m here where are you guys?
Trevor
Becky, are you guys ok?
Trevor
Becky, seriously are you 2 ok? Where are you?
Trevor
nvm I’m glad you asked me for a ride, and Paige told me you got back safe. If you need a ride again, please don’t hesitate to ask.
There’s a story there I want to figure out. Paige seemed off, then told me she was not going home. Now that I’m thinking about it, I’m fairly certain I’ll find her in the kitchen. That leaves messages from Carter. I debate not checking them, but ultimately I give into my curiosity.
Carter
Are you home safe?
None of your business, Carter.
Carter
Okay, I heard you’re safe. I talked to your caretaker. hahaha good luck at work tomorrow!
Me
Okay dickhole.
I type it out, but delete it. I don’t really want to keep that communication open. I saw him last night and had a weak moment. I definitely called him. I fall back onto the mattress, grab a pillow, and shriek into it, just to release some of this feeling coating my skin, filling my body.
I roll around, releasing some of this agitation, then I roll out of bed. “Gahhh, I’m too old for this shit.” With a stretch, I shake it off, grab a cardigan, and finally leave my room to check out who my house guest is.
Sure enough, Paige is making me an omelette, or maybe making one for herself. She looks up over her shoulder at me and smiles. “Good morning starlight, it’s a beautiful morning for some eggs isn’t it?”
