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Chapter 13

                             ELLIE JONES

The next morning when I wake up, I feel a pounding headache. Must be the wine from last night, I think to myself as I rub my head, all the memories rushing back into my head.

Oh my god. I rush downstairs, mentally preparing myself for the mess I would have to clean up. And not just the physical mess. As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I see that the house looks as clean as can be. There's also this amazing scent which I follow. I walk to the kitchen and witness Alfie cooking up some eggs for breakfast. I hope he doesn't bring up the kiss.

"Here you go, one omelet" he says, handing me the best looking omelet I've seen in a while. "Thanks. By the way, did you clean up last night?" I ask, picking up a fork to eat. My god, I don't know if it is just my hunger talking, but this tastes better than anything I've had in my life. I gobble up the entire plate in less than five minutes. He sees this and chuckles. He said he helped clean the house after putting me in bed.

"I'm sorry you had to clean up after me. I shouldn't have drank so much" I apologize. He tells me it's fine, and that he liked having things clean anyways. He then hands me a glass of water and a pill. I take the pill and stare at it for a while, unsure of why he handed this to me. "For your headache. I assume that since you nearly drank an entire bottle of wine that you would need it" he answers without me having to even say anything. "Don't worry, I won't drug you Ellie" he assures me after noticing my skepticism.

I quickly swallow the pill, hoping it will alleviate some of the pain and fast. Alfie then washes up before informing me that he has some matters he has to attend to, so he leaves, which I'm thankful for. I wasn't really ready to discuss the kiss for now, or even at all. I decide that it's probably time for me to get ready for class too, so I go back upstairs to take a quick shower. I pick out a pair of white jeans, white shirt, and a baby blue cardigan to go over it.

"Class dismissed. I expect to see all assignments due next week turned in on time" the professor reminds us. I put my books back into my bag and head to the cafeteria for some lunch. The omelet this morning was definitely good, but it was not enough.

"Just a chicken sandwich please" I place my order and pay for my food. As I am eating my lunch, I decide to stop moping over Isaiah, who I probably only like , wait no, liked, for his attractive looks. I convince myself that I was only infatuated with him and that it wasn't actually love. How could it be love. After all, love at first sight only exists in fairytales. I continue eating my sandwich until I see Isaiah walk in towards the cashier where he's ordering some food. You have got to be kidding me. Everywhere I go he seems to follow. It's like I can never get rid of him. He must have spotted me because he starts walking in my direction. "Please don't!" I say to myself, trying to hide my face with a half eaten chicken sandwich. Right, real classy Ellie, I think to myself.

"Hi" he says. I lower the sandwich and give him an awkward smile. "Hi, what are you doing here?" I ask. "This is a cafeteria, and I'm holding a sandwich, so I think I'm here to eat lunch?" He says sarcastically. I have got to ask such embarrassing questions. He takes a seat opposite me, uninvited as always, but I don't say anything. This is the perfect time to test if I had truly gotten over him. "Were you avoiding me just now?" He asks after taking a big bite of his sandwich. He must have seen me covering my face, great. I also take a bite, quickly shaking my head in response. "I don't think so, why would I be avoiding you?" I say giving an even more awkward laugh. Definitely didn't cover that well. He laughs and we sit like this for a while.

"So, I wanted to ask if you know any places I can work at" he asks, finally breaking this extremely edgy silence between us. I have to say, I'm shocked he wants to work. I thought that he is the kind that doesn't really care about working, and everything worked out for him. You know, with parents who gave him an allowance. Not that I don't have an allowance, but it is more of a pay for helping mum out at the store.

"I can help check at the café I'm working at? Alex is pretty flexible" I offer. His eyes light up in a way I've never seen it light up before and he thanks me over and over. I wonder why he wants a job so badly, so I ask him if he needs money urgently. He rubs the back of his neck and tells me he doesn't need it urgently, but could use some extra cash. I nod, I didn't want to poke at it too much since it sounds like a personal thing. He then grabs a pen from his bag and writes something down on a napkin that is on his tray. He hands it to me and I notice that it's his phone number.

"For us to communicate? You know, about the job thing" he explains. It hurts a little that he only gave me his number so I can update him on job opportunities, but then I remember that I'm currently on a mission to remove any trace of romantic feelings I have for him. I give him a light smile in return before leaving with a partially eaten sandwich and a napkin with someone's number written on it. I shove the napkin into my bag as soon as I leave the cafeteria and head home to get some extra sleep. I know that if I stay in school, there is a chance I will bump into him again and it'll just be a major distraction.

By the time I reach home, my sandwich is completely devoured and I start feeling more and more sleepy. I set an alarm for an hour and a half before jumping onto my bed and taking a much needed nap.

Hopefully I don't have any weird dreams about any of them again.