Chapter 34
Kyrah's POV
My head is pounding and my entire body feels heavy. I groan when I remember last night's events. I keep my eyes tightly closed and turn over only to land on someone. My eyelids fly open and I realize not only am I in Scott's bed, but with Scott himself.
I panic and jump up, but he doesn't seem to notice that I am awake. He is sleeping so calmly and I can't help but stare and wonder: how many times will I be waking up in his bed. He is in last night's clothes and I assume he might have fallen asleep while watching over me.
His masculine face looks very handsome and I brush my knuckles across his cheek and his eyes fly open.
"Kyrah," he coos and sits up on the bed to face me. Rubbing his sleepy eyes.
"What were you doing?" he asks.
"Uhm... I err... Well there was a string on your face so I brushed it off, it must have come from the sheets." I am so bad at lying.
He smiles and rubs his eyes again, yawning with his arms stretched out.
"Are you alright?" he asks and looks at the wall clock, "It's six in the morning? Too early for you I guess?"
"My head hurts and I just... I couldn't sleep anymore with... with... uhm... " I look at him intensely and as if he read my mind, he gets my point.
"Oh, I am so sorry, I don't even recall falling asleep, guess I was tired. Sorry about that, it won't happen again-"
"Don't sweat it, I slept very well," I say and he sighs, rubbing his eyes again.
"Let me get you some painkillers and water, I'll be right back."
He sluggishly walks out of the room, closing the door behind him and I take the chance to look around his second bedroom.
Wow! Kyrah, congratulations on sleeping on both of his beds.
My subconscious can be a bitch sometimes so I roll my eyes and continue observing the well arranged room. Everything is in place and in order and I love the beautiful painting of nature mounted on the wall. I want to sneek in to his closet but I am too tired to go check it out, plus, I am pretty sure it's neat inside. Most of the shoes on the shoe rack are black.
It's weird how some people love black. Scott and Roxy wear black most of the time.
When he comes back, he hands me the pills and a glass of fresh water which I down very fast.
"You'll feel better. So where were you yesterday?" he asks as he sits on the bed.
"Uhm... I was at a party." I clear my throat and hand him the empty glass and he places it on the night stand.
"Okay. I didn't know about that." He shrugs and looks at me suspiciously.
"That's because I didn't tell you. I was at Blake's party last night and don't even think about asking what happened over there," I say quickly.
He raises both of his hands in the air and shrugs again.
"Fine, I won't ask. I guess I'll leave you to get some sleep-"
"You're going to sleep on the couch?" I question.
"No, on my dad's bed," he replies, "I figured I could sleep there since the bed in the guest room has been disassembled, it would take ages to fix it," he says.
"Oh, alright. Thanks for the medicine," I tell him as he heads for the door only for him to turn around, stare at me and sigh. Then he closes the door behind him.
A moment later when I am ready to close my eyes and go back to sleep, the door bell rings and I sit up. I hear Scott dragging his feet downstairs and he opens the door.
"Is she here?" A familiar voice asks and silence follows for a second then the door slams closed. Footsteps can only be heard coming to the room I am in and the door flys open.
"Damn girl! Look at you, all comfy in Scott's bed," Roxy says and I blush, pursing my lips. "Where have you been? You didn't come back to your room last night plus your mum called me yesterday saying she was trying to call your phone but you were off, so I knew you had to be somewhere like..."
"Slow down, you're talking too much... Wait what time did you even wake up?" I ask her and she shrugs.
"Meh, I don't know, I hardly sleep these days so I passed by Scott's apartment and he wasn't there and I thought why not come check here,"
"Oh, okay. Well, here I am, very alive and well-"
"Liar, liar pants on fire! You look like you had a couple of drinks last night, stop lying. Your eyes can tell," Roxy laughs and sits on the bed and Scott begins talking when he joins us.
"Well, since we're all awake and by the look of things, we're probably not going back to sleep with Roxy here-"
Roxy cuts him off mid sentence.
"Hold up, did you guys sleep together?" Her mouth forms an 'O' and Scott and I mumble random words avoiding eye contact.
"No, he uhm, slept in his dad's bed," I quickly find my words.
"Anyway, what's for breakfast? Got any chicken?" Roxy questions while slamming herself on the bed.
"Chicken? This early?" Scott asks and Roxy nods. She's a sucker for good and tasty chicken, "Er, sorry but I don't have chicken, maybe some bacon and eggs could do?"
"Cool, I'll check later if there's chicken next door." Roxy winks at me and I know she's talking about my moms chicken. Scott walks out and heads to the kitchen to make us breakfast and Roxy sighs. A sigh that I know means she's not okay.
"Spill it out," I snap my fingers right above her face and she sits up next to me. "I may be having an annoying headache, but I'm listening,"
"It's Vic, he's coming here and I don't know where he's going to stay because the security at the campus wouldn't allow him in. What do I do Kyrah? Also, we've been so distant for a while and I have to let you know that I have a crush on someone I met, the day Sabrina.... You know... "
"Let me take up one story at a time, who is this guy and how did you meet him? As for Vic, you don't have to worry about a thing. He can live with my mom and dad," I say.
"Vic would be depressed, you know how strict your parents can get," she says.
"Yeah I know," I lick my lips and ponder for a few seconds. "Or, we could talk to Scott and see if he can help," I suggest.
"Okay." Is all she says after a long sigh.
"So who is the guy?" I inquire.
"Kye."
"What?" I ask.
"His name's Kye. I know, Kye and Kyrah... Very weird thing. If we had a short form for your name it would be Ky–"
"Will you stop that!" I say smacking her shoulder and demanding for nore information. She spills all the details about him and I get to know he is Scott's best friend.
When Scott walks back in moments later I want to yell 'my best friend has a crush on your best friend' but I try to compose myself when I spot him in an apron.
Damn!
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