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VIII - // Medicine //

"So, he just ditched you?" Jordan asked over and over again.

Ever since I told him about Luke walking out on me he just wouldn't shut up about it.

"Yes. Its kind of my fault actually." I sighed.

"Why'd you say so?"

"I don't know he called me the B word because I didn't want his help."

"Ha! maybe you were being one to him don't you think?"

"Are you really my friend?"

"Positive." He chuckled

I rolled my eyes at him.

Jordan arrived 30 minutes after Luke left me in the middle of the road and I cant help but be mad and not be mad but ugh! its complicated.

Its almost 3 in the morning and I am dead tired. I cant help my knees to buckle every time I walk. As soon as Jordan parked in front our driveway I couldn't help but feel mu stomach from churning after all the events that happened tonight; I bid him goodbye and even pecked him on the cheeks, he was taken aback and cursed at me. He said that we're so much alike in sexuality and he doesn't want to be 'too' close with girls, he even batted me away and threaten me that I couldn't hitch a ride with him again, I just rolled my eyes at him.

The whole house was dimly lit, Muffincake almost gave me a heart attack when he walk pass by me, his tail lingering on my bare legs.

I switched the lights in the kitchen to get myself a glass of water, I'm very much parched since I've been walking and talking and arguing for hours with some guy who doesn't even know respect. I hate him. I really do but, I cant help but think of how he reacted when I told him out loud. Was I being too much? The hurt in his eyes was real and it stung me. I never wanted to cause anyone pain and just by the images of his reaction flashing in my mind I couldn't help but feel guilty and sad at the same time.

I made my way upstairs and changed into proper sleeping clothes.

I need to stop thinking about him.

I slid under the sheets and drifted to sleep, only to dream about the blue-eyed devil who I told myself that I hate so much.

• • •

The next morning I woke up with a sledgehammer squeezing my head. My heart throbbing like a humming bird trying to get out of its cage. My phone just wouldn't stop vibrating from the night stand, I tried my best to reach for it and I felt like I was competing in an athletic meet. Darn, I really need to shape up.

Jay: u might want to drink some advil for that headache

Jay: or some ibuprofen whtvr works

Jay: we still need to talk about that australian sex god