𝓜𝔂 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 | Enemies to lovers | 18+

Chapter eighteen

I wake up to the heavenly smell of coffee.

I open my eyes and enjoy the few oblivious seconds of the day, when you have no idea what today had in storage for you.
No worries yet.

Just sweet oblivion.

But about twenty seconds later I remember why I'm here and everything that went down yesterday.

As soon as my thoughts move forward to Aiden I feel like there's no air again.

Like I'm suffocating.

I know I have to talk to him.

But I don't want to.

I don't wanna be a big girl.

I don't wanna be mature.

I just wanna be alone and and pity myself with some food.

I don't want to think about anything.

I have to go check on mom.
I hope Theo is okay.
I still have to make up my mind about yesterday.
Even though I don't want to, I have to face Aiden.
I have to work today.
Oh and then there's also school. I'm totally forgetting about school.

Fuck man. I have to keep my grades up.

I let out a loaded sigh and get up from the couch.

My back hurts a bit, it's not the most comfortable couch, but I'm still thankful Callan let me sleep here.

I turn on my phone and get bombarded with messages and missed calls.
Even though I'm scared I open our group chat.

Theo: Azzie???
Theo: Please answer!
Ur favorite: Love?!
Ur favorite: Please tell us you're okay?
Theo: Don't speak for me jerk!!!
Theo: Azzie? Where r u??????

I roll my eyes at Aidens name. He changes it all the time.
I look at the messages again. They're from about ten minutes later.

Ur favorite: That's it! Tell me where u r rn!
Theo: Don't write to her like that!
Theo: no but seriously Az, I'm getting really worried here!!!!!!
Ur favorite: Call me this instant Azalea.

I scoff and turn my phone off again.
Call me this instant? Who the fuck does he think he is?
Someone important to me?
Someone I really really like?
Someone I care about? And someone I thought also cared about me?
All that would be correct and I hate myself for it.

"Morning." I hear a voice mutter from the kitchen, I startle and look up.

"Oh morning." I smile sleepily "how long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to be sure that you definitely need some coffee." He says and hands me a cup.

I sigh as I take the first sip.
"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

I know he wants to say more, even though he normally isn't one to speak much, so I nod in encouragement.

"What are you gonna do now?"

"Did I tell you what happened?" I ask confused. I thought I didn't tell him anything?

"No but since you've been sleeping on my couch, after you arrived at the Café on a Friday evening looking like shit, I know something is up."

I stare at him. This is the longest sentence he ever said to me I think.
I shake myself out of it and nod.
And I ignore his comment about me looking like shit. I mean it's true, but I still don't wanna hear it.
"Yeah, some things really went down yesterday. And no offense but I'd rather not talk about it now. Maybe-"