Alone

Chapter 8

The next morning, my body was leaden and my eyes refused to stay open from the lack of sleep. Trying to rub the sleep away from my eyes, I gazed up at a ceiling that wasn't mine. I got up with a jerk and blinked at my surroundings; and everything came rushing back. The stupid fight, the rain and Greyson. I let out a groan and flopped back down on the bed.

A few minutes, or maybe an hour later. I was dressed and ready to get the hell out of here. I hoped Greyson wasn't up yet because I wasn't mentally prepared to face him now or ever for that matter. I found him sleeping on the couch, still looking as pretty and handsome as ever. His brown hair was messy from rolling around in his sleep, and he had his mouth was open a little making him look adorable. I decided that it was time to stop staring at him like a creep and leave.

Luckily, his phone was next to him. The idiot didn't have a password which made it all the more easier for me. I dialled Caleb, gave him the address and asked him to come pick me up. Grabbing a pen and a piece of paper, I wrote, 'Your generosity overwhelms me; thank you for 'saving' my life and for being a pervert. -Elizabeth.' Ending it with a drawing of a middle finger, I placed it under his phone near his couch.

After making sure that I had everything- which was really nothing. An odd feeling washed over me once I left the apartment, I brushed it away, it wasn't like I was going to see him again anyways. I stepped out of the apartment complex and saw Jacob barrelling towards me at high speed. He engulfed me once I was within reach.

"Lizzy, you're alive. I'm so sorry that I had a sugar-rush at the wrong time. Caleb pissed me off, and I needed to calm myself down. And yes, I would have been pissed if the both of you left me home alone." He rambled on.

I chuckled; he never failed to put a smile on my face. "I can handle myself; you big oaf." I knew that he felt guilty for not being able to help.

A throat cleared behind us, Caleb stood in front of me. He thoroughly scanned me to see if I had any injuries, "I told you, I'm fine." I sighed.

"And I wouldn't believe you until I see for myself." After not locating any injury, his gaze fell on the apartment complex behind me. It seemed so much bigger during the day.

"Whose apartment are you coming out of?" Not even giving me a chance to reply, "Oh wait, wait, did you get a boyfriend?" Jacob asked in disbelief. Caleb looked confused too.

I was already making my way to the car, not entertaining his ridiculous question. "I need food, your stupid questions can be asked later."

"So, it's a one-night stand then." Jacob said with a smirk.

"Don't make me come over there and kick you. Let's go." I got into the familiar red Ford Mustang GT without waiting for them. Not long after, we were speeding down the road.

"Couldn't live long without your car, I see." I said cheekily.

"Damn right." I chuckled.

The ride to the diner was far from quiet with Jacob and his non-stop chattering, he even drowned out the music playing from the radio. I wonder where he got all this energy so early in the morning. I tuned him out and mulled over what happened yesterday, how did he know? I barely spent any time with him and yet he somehow knew. The initial shock was followed by the dread when I realized that I had to stay away from him, but I didn't want to.

A few hours with him, at the most, and he managed to catch me off-guard multiple times, but at the same time I felt a sense of security that I hadn't felt in years. He managed to make me feel comfortable and a weird thrill coursed through my veins when he was around. I wasn't an interactive person and the rare times when a guy came up to me, I would immediately shut him down, respectfully. Having a boyfriend wasn't exactly a top priority for me.