Nothing More

Chapter Twenty Eight.

Songs for this chapter are:

Pompeii- Bastille

Flaws- Bastille

Don't Let Me Down- The Chainsmokers ft. Daya 

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The morning came faster than I expected it to.

When I wake up, I lay in bed for a while, just staring at my ceiling fan. I wonder who lived here before me, and why they decided to paint the fan mismatching colors. Every blade is a different color. Blue, then green, then purple, then yellow, and lastly, red. I wonder if it was a children's room? If not, the habitants must have quite the quirky side.

I don't know what time it is when I finally push myself to get out of bed. All I know is that I'm exhausted, like I've been through a war in the night. When I grab my phone to check the time, it's dead. I plug it into the charger and make my way to the living room.

The living room is dark and the television is on. Tessa's sleeping on the couch and an episode of Cupcake Wars is playing on the screen, the volume low. I grab the remote from where it lays on her stomach and turn the TV off. She's still wearing her work uniform. She must have been drained. I could tell by the way her eyes were closing while she ate the plate of food she brought from work last night. We sat at the table for less than thirty minutes and she gave me a play-by-play of her night.

A group of Professors from NYU came in, twenty minutes before closing, and sat in her section. It had to have bothered her a little, even though she didn't say, that they were from NYU. The University that hasn't accepted her yet. I say yet, because I believe they will, just not for this semester. She doesn't want Ken to use his position at WCU to try to help her, but I believe he's going to if they don't accept her for the winter semester. It would be pretty cool to have her on campus with me, even though we have different majors. During our Sophmore year, a few of our classes will overlap since I'm going for Early Childhood Education and she's going for English.

I walk into the kitchen to check the time. It's only eight. It's sort of weird that the stove is our only clock in the entire apartment. We rely on our phones to tell us the time. I wonder how the clock business is handling that.

It would be so strange to live in a time when you have to walk into a building and check the clock. And what if it was wrong, you wouldn't even know. If Hardin lived back then I could see him having the wrong time on all his clocks just to mess with people.

I really need to tell Tessa that Hardin's coming next weekend. I'll tell her when she wakes up.

I will.

Really this time.

The kitchen is quiet, only the soft buzzing from the fridge is audible. The undecorated cake is still sitting on the counter, wrapped in saran wrap. I wonder if Nora's going to come back, or if whatever took her away last night, will keep her today.

I look in the fridge for something to eat before I start getting ready for work. Fuck!

Work.

I was supposed to be there at six today to cover Posey's shift.

I rush to my room to grab my phone to call my boss. My foot catches on something hard and I trip over it, and try to balance on one foot. Of course that doesn't work, and my toes smash into the leg of my desk.

Damn it, it hurts.

I grab my foot and finally reach my phone. Of course, it's dead.

Double damn it.