The Summer Of Us (Discontinued)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

I woke up to the sun beaming in on my leg sprawled out. Man, was I tired. I looked over to my alarm clock.

11:45 A.M.

Wait...

Today is Thursday, which means I have school...

Then why the hell am I just waking up now?! Did I not hear my alarm clock? Did no one care to wake me?!

I sat up quickly. Bad idea. My pounding headache hit me like a grenade. It was completely silent in the house.

With a groan I pushed myself out of my comfy bed and made my way to my mirror. I was a wreck.

My hair stuck up in all sorts of places, my eyeliner and mascara ran down my face. My eyes were red, and I had drool dried up on the side of my mouth. Not to mention the horrible taste of foul alcohol lingering in my mouth and how wrinkled my dress was.

I decided to hop in the shower and wash away everything. 

What the hell happened last night? And why can't I remember...

Not to mention why no one decided to wake me up today?

As I got out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my body before combing through my ratty hair and brushing my teeth to rid of the foul taste.

As I walked back into my room, I entered my closet, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a tank top.

I knew I wasn't going to make it to school considering I don't exactly have a car to drive, Susan's at work, and I wouldn't want Tucker to drive me anyways.

As those words went through my head, I couldn't help but to want to remember what happened last night.

I remember having a drink...or two...

Meeting a nice guy named Reese...or was he nice?

Then it all hit me.

Like a big truck.

I went upstairs expecting Reese to be there, but instead found the same guy who tried to rape me last time, but Thomas saved me. I was completely wrong about him, and now I felt extremely bad about accusing him of things he didn't do.

Then I called Tucker, who was quick to respond. He found out where I was somehow, drove all the way out and dragged me home...

Then I told him to stay with me for the night.

I looked back at my bed which was empty, like it was when I woke up. Maybe he left? Probably for the best too. He doesn't like me, and I don't like him. I was just vulnerable.

I sighed putting my hair into a messy bun before heading downstairs into the kitchen where I found some Advil and a glass of water set out on the counter. I walked over to it with a confused expression on my face before picking up the pills and taking them with the glass of water.

Maybe Tucker set this up for me?

Well, duh. Who else?

I still feel bad for having Tucker lie to Susan about where I've been, I never wanted to be that type of person.

Without thought, I picked up the pills and downed them with a gulp of water from the glass. As I made my way to the sink, a voice popped in.

"Hey." Tucker's familiar voice rang through the room, startling me causing me to drop the glass on the floor and have it shatter everywhere.

Great.

"Jesus, I knew you were excited to see me, but I didn't think you would drop everything for me." He winked playfully.

With a sigh, I bent down to the floor to pick up the glass shards. "Shit."

"Here, let me." He said walking over.

I continued to pick up the glass. "No, I've got it."

"I said, let me." He continued as he finally reached me.

"Well, last time I checked, you don't control what I do." I spit. He just stood there. I couldn't tell if he was mad or upset.

"Elise, I told you I was sorry." He reminds me.

"That doesn't mean that I forgive you, Tucker." I reply, folding my arms.

"Then what will?" He questioned.

I said. "I just need time."

"Time for what? For another guy to put his hands on you again? Time to call me past midnight to come save your ass?" He asks. 

That's when every memory from last night came flooding into my head. 

"I'm sorry." I apologized, unable to say anything else. 

"No, Elise. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said it like that--I didn't mean it." He sighed with frustration.

"Then what did you mean, Tucker?" I questioned.

"Elise, I love you." He said. His words hit me like a truck. "I was glad that you called me that night. You have no idea how worried I was for you. I hated myself for how much pain I caused you. You know if I could take it all back, I would."

"Tucker, we--" I began, but was shortly cut off by his lips crashing into mine. Catching me by surprise.

I instantly felt a jolt of electricity run through my body. Like fireworks went off. I couldn't help but to kiss him back.

I swung my arms around his neck as he grabbed the back of my thighs, lifting me off the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist before he placed me on top of the counter next to us, never once breaking the kiss or stepping on the broken glass shards.

It felt so right.

But yet so wrong.

That's when I broke apart the kiss, which shocked both him and myself.

"We can't." I finally finished my sentence.

His eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

"You have a girlfriend who wants to rip off my head and feed it to a pack of wolves." I reply.

He chuckles. "So, you're telling me you didn't like the kiss?"

"I'm saying that I don't want to be that girl."

"What girl."

"A girl you cheat with." I say.

He opens his mouth to say something but instead my eyes caught onto something. His arm was bleeding, a piece of glass in the wound.

"Tucker, your arm." I point out. His eyes dart down to the blood dripping down his arm from the wound.

The kiss must've distracted us both from what was happening.