Jealousy

Chapter 6

Daisy's pov.

The next morning.

It was a sunday morning, clouds dominate the morning sky leaving transitory patches of blue. Though they are mostly white there is a hint of greyness, a suggestion that rain may play a part in the day to come.

My eyes flashed open and I gasped for air. I sat up slowly, wiping my forehead and neck, both damp with sweat. I checked the perimeter of the room, but my dream was already fading. I kicked the covers off and stopped. If it was August, I wouldn't have thought twice about it, but it wasn't. It was September and the heat this early was uncanny. I shook it off and stumbled to the shower, hoping I was just overheated.

As I towel dried my hair, the heat once again caught my attention. I checked the thermostat. Not that, same as usual. Shards of glass poking the backs of my eyeballs, the desert taking over my mouth. I was really sick and my limbs felt heavy and unresponsive - reluctant too move. I had an unrelenting misery of a headache and my stomach was so upset it's angry at me.

Some of those flashbacks from just yesterday had just became too randomly go inside my mind, the thought of almost getting kissed by Michael. I had cringed, that's disgusting and unbelievable. I mean imagine kissing someone who had been kissing lots of millions of other random strange girls. Probably that's what made me sick. Why would he do that, I get it he was drunk but I still didn't understand. Luke, and he's stupid enough not too believe my side of the story and instead he would believe is one of a hard headed best friend that dyes his hair frequently like a maniac.

Then that one embarrassing moment when I had been kicked out of the party by the girl Mali and that one boy who I'm guessing is her sibling, the one who bumped into me and started being rude. That was like the most embarrassing moment of my life. And the part when Michael was saying I tried getting at him, what's wrong with boys these days?

I walked into my closet, scanning through my hanged sorted clothes grabbing put a yellow crop top and some light blue casual skinny jeans.

And right after sliding on my jeans and underwear, my phone began too ring loudly causing me too jump from the start.

I sighed, as I answered the phone call hearing a "hello?" on the other line.

It was Alexa.

"Hey Daisy, I just wanted too call and see if you were okay." She says slightly, not yelling this time  like she usually does.

"I'm fine." I lied, my phone onto my ear as I held it there while brushing through my hair.

"You're not fine, I'm here at your door come open it." She had told me, making my serious look fade into a confusion expression. She was here? I didn't want too admit what happened at the party with Michael and I, she would be devastated. But she's gonna find out either way so I guess I just better tell her myself.

I walked downstairs opening my door with a disappoined Alexa standing. She had walked in as she slowly opened her arms widely, so a I can give her a hug and so I did. It was a nice, comforting best friend hug saying that everything will be okay. She knows about that situation from Luke and I yesterday, but not the time when Michael was trying too eat me.

"Im sorry about yesterday." She whispers, releasing the hug and she plastered a weak smile on her face.

"It doesn't really matter, Luke's a dick anyways ." I sighed walking into the kitchen grabbing a donut.