Roommates

Chapter 15

I didn't know how much time had passed before I fell asleep, but when I woke up, we were still in the same position.

Ryder was safe and sound, calm as an angel wearing a devil's clothes. He was dressed in all black again.

His hair was a tangled mess but that's not what caught my eye. I examined his hair and found something weird. His roots were a light chocolate brown colour. He wasn't actually a brunette. well not black haired at least.

He was really into that bad boy look he event went to dye his hair. I couldn't help but laugh. He was just too adorable. Wait no I didn't mean that.

He's not adorable and I hate him. Thats what I had to remind myself of on a daily basis. But if you hated him why is he in your arms and why were you so concerned about him drinking?

I hated my brain sometime.

"If you don't like him, how did you know I was talking about Ryder?" Jacks words rang in my head. Was he correct after all?

I didnt want him to be.

I had some time on me while Ryder got up, which made my mind wonder about some stuff. Like why do I always fall asleep when Im with him. It used to take me literally days to fall asleep once. And now I just fall asleep here and there. More importantly, why am I comfortable with Ryder being in physical contact with me? He wasnt supposed to be this close and we shouldnt have the proximity.

Ryder stirred a bit, breaking my reverie, and eventually woke up.

Ryder//

The pain was unbearable. I never had such a hangover before in my life. It was as if my whole brain and the layer surrounding it was made of solid metal. My mouth felt so dry as if I've been chewing on a sponge all night. Thankfully the room was dim, the lights not on and the window blinds still closed, so Spencer must have not returned home last night.

Wow, wow, wow, back it up a little. Why was Spencer the first thing Im thinking about right after waking up with a terrible hangover and a more terrible night? He shouldnt be. Jane should. Ugh I'll get to the bitch soon.

I was mad that Spencer didnt come back home, but before my thoughts went elsewhere, I realized I wasnt leaning on the back of the couch, but on someone. And they were breathing to my neck.

I quickly jumped off Spencer, which I immediately regretted because my head shot in immense pain making me screech.

"Stay right there. I'll get you water and something to ease the pain." Spencer said, his eyes full with worry and concern like I've never seen before.

I sat back down, as slowly as possible, so I remain with minimum brain damage. I heard Spencer fumbling in the kitchen and wished he would do it with muted noise. I didnt know what time was it but the room was lit enough to indicate that it was midday. Did he not have work today?

Spencer was back with 2 pills and a big glass of water. I thanked him and drank it eagerly, letting the cold water trickle down my throat. It felt like my first time drinking water.

He sat on his bed and put some school sheets in his lap.

"Do you not have work today?" I asked him across the room.

"I do" he replied dryly.

"What time is it?" I couldn't even check the time I was just sprawled on the couch with my arm across my head.

"it's almost 2pm" he replied, just as dryly as before.

"Then why aren't you at work?"

"I called in sick"

"Why did you call in sick you clearly aren't?"

"Are you done asking questions? because I'm done answering" He flipped a page (I heard it but couldn't see it)

"How much do you remember from yesterday night?" he asked after a short silence followed by a deep breath.

"A very few blurry glimpses. Why?"

"Thought so" he said in a hushed voice.

"Huh?"

"Nothing" he said. I had to get up even though it was gonna hurt like a bitch.

I got up and went to my bed and lay on it. "Why what happened yesterday night?" I inquired.

"Nothing. Nothing happened yesternight"

"Yester what now?"

"Yesternight it's a word I study English don't argue with me"

"I'm pretty sure it's not a word"

"What does it imply then?" he asked, looking up from his papers for a split second.

"Yesterday night?" I ask-answered.

"So it conveyed a meaning right?"

"I guess so"

"So it's a word"

"that's not how language works I'm-"

"shut up"

We didn't speak for a short while. The only sound was the occasional flip of page from Spencer's stack.

"You didn't tell me what happened yesterday?" I asked again. I knew Spencer by now, if I was something unimportant, he wouldn't have asked or mentioned anything.

"it's nothing important" see exactly what I meant. He's hiding something.
I played it coy and went with it. "What I wanna know is: do you always get smashed and leave yourself open to alcohol poisoning?"

I was really glad that he was looking at his papers and not at me, because God knows if I saw his face I would spill out everything that happened between me and Jane.

"I don't. It won't happen again most probably"

"Most probably" he repeated and nodded slowly. If he would just drop his attitude he would be a much more pleasant person to converse with.

"So are you gonna tell Jane about the K-" he stopped mid-sentence and caught his breath.

"About what?"

"Nothing. Just forget what I said." he threw the pages aside and took a few strides across the room and grabbed his shoes.

"No. What were you going to say? Spill it."

"I said nothing" he spoke, his voice getting a little louder, which wasn't good for my aching head.

"You where mentioning something tho-"

"You don't remember it do you?" he looked... Hurt?

"Should I remember something?"

"I thought so" he sighed, his features looking downright sad and depressed. What did I do that I don't remember?

And then I heard the door close. He didn't even take his jacket with him.

Spencer//

I really wish I got my jacket with me because damn it's cold. But it's okay. It's just a reminder that winter is going to be good.

I decided to go to a café nearby to grab a coffee and take my mind of things. I was going to go to Crusty's but then realised it would be a bad idea to go have a coffee at the place you called in sick to avoid.

There was a small café at the back of our apartment building.

The warmth inside made me not wanting to leave it anytime soon.

I ordered my coffee and went to look for a table, but I stopped when I saw a familiar face at one of the tables.

It was Livi, my coworker, but I couldn't see who's she with because the other girl sitting in front of her had her back to me. I approached Livi to say hi, and almost swallowed my tongue when I saw that the girl in front of her was Jessy, from Ryder's ex-group.

To be continued.