Gamble For Love

Chapter 3: Hurt

Chapter three: Hurt (Ellie's POV)

I've been sitting at my desk doing my homework with my hands itching to pull the blinds open. 

I can't sit here with no sunlight, it's annoying. 

But then, obviously, I'm not interested in having a full view of whatever it is that he's doing in there. I let out a groan and put my pen down. 

This is great. 

How am I supposed to do creative writing like this? Our homework was to write a paragraph about literally anything. It was just to get our minds going again and my head is blank. Well, it's full of annoyance at the moment... 

Why can't he just screw around with whomever he wants with his blinds closed? Is it that hard to close your blinds? Like really? 

I was sitting there, staring off into space when my phone rang, startling me. It was Brett. "Hello?" I answered the call. 

"Open the door, I'm outside," he demanded. 

"You're outside my house?" I asked while heading downstairs. 

"Our house, babe," he replied, making me laugh. 

"What are you doing here?" I chuckled as I opened the door and hung up. 

"I didn't have anything to do or anywhere else to go, so I came here to bless you with my presence," he said while flicking my ponytail. 

"You mean you're here to annoy me so I can't get any work done." I gave him a knowing look. 

"Maybe," he admitted sheepishly. "Have you got anything to eat?" he asked. 

"There's probably some leftovers in the fridge from dinner. Dad didn't come home last night," I sighed. 

My dad has been swarmed with work this entire month. He's a surgeon but apparently he has the day and night shift and suddenly a lot of people need surgery. Funny. 

"When was the last time you spoke to him?" he questioned. 

"A proper conversation? It's been a minute." 

He closed the fridge and sauntered over to me. "Wanna watch a movie?" he asked. 

"I have work to do, but you can keep me company," I shrugged while going back up to my room with him following. The sun was starting to set and so was my motivation to complete this work. 

"Why is it so dark in here?" he asked while sitting at the foot of my bed. 

"Well, since my view is so fabulous, I'm just keeping them closed," I sighed while jotting down some ideas. 

"What is he doing?" Brett asked while standing up and taking a peek. "Nevermind," he said quickly, moving away from the window. 

I bit back a laugh and closed my notebook. 

Creative Writing can happen when I'm feeling creative. 

"Don't you have work to do?" I asked, spinning my chair so it faced him. 

"Nope. I missed the last lesson for tryouts and other than that, I don't have any work," he shrugged. 

"You didn't miss much anyway," I replied. 

"Let's just watch a movie, come on," he stood up. I whined in my seat before he grabbed my arm and pulled me up, dragging me downstairs. We sat on the couch, decided a movie, well, he did, and then clicked play. 

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I stood up with a sigh, stretching, my back cracking as I relaxed my body. The movie was done and I wasn't paying attention to any of it. I fell asleep.