𝒯𝓇𝑜𝓅𝒽𝓎 𝒲𝒾𝒻𝑒

Capitulo 27

Lennox POV

"Brandt? What are you doing here?" I questioned he now stood outside of my apartment clad in sweats with a duffel bag around your neck.

"You look like shit." He shook his head as he made his way past me without waiting for an invitation inside. "Beckham says you're sick and that's why you've been ignoring your best friend for nearly a week."

"I haven't been feeling well..." I conceded which isn't a lie. There is something wrong with me it's just not what he thinks it is.

"Yeah, I can tell." He gave my appearance a once over. "You poor thing. Luckily I'm here now and I'm gonna make it all better."

Brandt wrapped his arms around me before quickly pulling away. "Have you showered? You need to shower. I'm gonna order us something to eat. Where's my Bug?"

"She's with her friend, Sophia." I responded monotonously as he gave me a light shove towards my bathroom.

I know I'm in pretty bad shape. It's been days since I've combed my hair or eaten or really done anything. That's part of the reason why I made arrangements for Jayce-Lynn. She didn't need to see me like this. Honestly, I'd prefer it if Brandt wasn't here either.

Nonetheless, I trudged into my bedroom and forced myself to take a shower. I did what I could, my body was now clean but I couldn't really muster the energy do anything with my hair still so I threw it into a bun. I also managed to put on a little bit of makeup so Brandt didn't think I was dying or something. Usually I'm a 12 and right now I'm sitting at like 2. The least I can do is bring myself up to around a 7 or 8. Probably a 7 since I didn't bother to put on any real clothing and instead threw on some oversized sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt. Which is a step up from the pajamas that I was previously wearing.

When I came back out the room it looked like Brandt had gotten Chick Fil A delivered. He knows me so well I couldn't help the small smile to spread across my face at the site.