sat down to eat including Nate who was awake now. After breakfast I was ready to go home and sleep in my own bed with no distractions. Alex took me home and as soon as she dropped me off, I went straight upstairs to my room, still in Landon’s clothes, and fell on my bed burying my face in my pillows.
When I woke up, I looked at my clock to see it was around two in the afternoon. I didn’t want to get up, but I knew if I didn’t I’d be up all night. I dragged myself out of bed and headed downstairs. I found my phone on the table where I left it on purpose so I wouldn’t be disturbed. I picked up my phone, smokes, and headed outside to the back deck.
I opened my phone to see I had over ten missed calls and about twenty text messages. All from Logan minus a few from Peyton wondering if anything happened between Cole and me last night. I ignored all the ones from Logan. I deleted them without even reading them. I ignored the ones from Peyton too, for now at least. I wanted the rest of the day to myself with no distractions.
I turned off my phone to avoid any more calls or texts from Logan. I knew it would piss some people off not being able to get a hold of me, but I didn’t care. I spent the rest of the day doing laundry and watching TV.
The next morning when I got up, I turned my phone back on. Three missed calls from Peyton yelling at me for not calling her back and one message from Logan asking me to please call him. I put my phone back on my nightstand and got in the shower to get ready for work. I stood in the shower for several minutes letting the hot water soak in and the steam fill the bathroom.
When I finally stepped out of the shower I wiped the fog from the mirror and stared at my reflection, examining the cuts on my cheek and lip. They looked a lot better already. My lip wasn’t swollen anymore. It only had a small trace of a cut and my cheek was still a little puffy, but not as bad as I thought. I didn’t want to take any chances so I rubbed some Neosporin on it to help with any potential scarring.
When I arrived at work, before I even got inside, Peyton was attacking me. “What the hell bitch? Why haven’t you called me back?”
“I turned my phone off.”
“I could have been dying and that could have been the last time you were able to hear my wonderful voice,” she said referring to her voicemails.
“Stop being so over dramatic,” I said rolling my eyes. “Logan wouldn’t stop calling so I turned it off.”
“Oh, well you could have told me that last night I would of…”
“Peyton, just please be quiet, you’re giving me a headache.” She looked at me utterly insulted, but kept her mouth shut.
I went over to my station and saw it was overflowing with flowers and candy. “Okay whose crap is on my station?” I asked.
Nobody ever sends me flowers. I automatically assumed they weren’t mine.
“They’re yours,” Peyton said.
“Huh?”
“They’re for you retard.”
“Who are they from?” I asked puzzled.
“I don’t know, but I’m dying to find out.”
“I’m surprised you haven’t already looked yourself,” I said raising one eyebrow at Peyton.
“Trust me, I was tempted, but I thought I be nice just this once.”
I looked at the overabundance of floral arrangements. They varied from roses, to daises, to lilies, with chocolates and a stuffed pig.
I started with the roses. Obviously from someone who doesn’t know me very well, if they did, they know I hate roses.
I opened up the card and it said:
I’m sorry, call me
-Logan
I laughed out loud. “This has got to be a joke,” I thought to myself.
“The chocolates came with the roses,” Peyton said pointing to the tacky gold and red heart shaped box. I picked up the roses and the chocolates and handed them to Peyton.
“Here, I don’t want these.” Peyton gave me a funny look. “They’re from Logan.” Peyton shrugged and took them. She loved roses.
I was scared to open the other cards, but with
When I woke up, I looked at my clock to see it was around two in the afternoon. I didn’t want to get up, but I knew if I didn’t I’d be up all night. I dragged myself out of bed and headed downstairs. I found my phone on the table where I left it on purpose so I wouldn’t be disturbed. I picked up my phone, smokes, and headed outside to the back deck.
I opened my phone to see I had over ten missed calls and about twenty text messages. All from Logan minus a few from Peyton wondering if anything happened between Cole and me last night. I ignored all the ones from Logan. I deleted them without even reading them. I ignored the ones from Peyton too, for now at least. I wanted the rest of the day to myself with no distractions.
I turned off my phone to avoid any more calls or texts from Logan. I knew it would piss some people off not being able to get a hold of me, but I didn’t care. I spent the rest of the day doing laundry and watching TV.
The next morning when I got up, I turned my phone back on. Three missed calls from Peyton yelling at me for not calling her back and one message from Logan asking me to please call him. I put my phone back on my nightstand and got in the shower to get ready for work. I stood in the shower for several minutes letting the hot water soak in and the steam fill the bathroom.
When I finally stepped out of the shower I wiped the fog from the mirror and stared at my reflection, examining the cuts on my cheek and lip. They looked a lot better already. My lip wasn’t swollen anymore. It only had a small trace of a cut and my cheek was still a little puffy, but not as bad as I thought. I didn’t want to take any chances so I rubbed some Neosporin on it to help with any potential scarring.
When I arrived at work, before I even got inside, Peyton was attacking me. “What the hell bitch? Why haven’t you called me back?”
“I turned my phone off.”
“I could have been dying and that could have been the last time you were able to hear my wonderful voice,” she said referring to her voicemails.
“Stop being so over dramatic,” I said rolling my eyes. “Logan wouldn’t stop calling so I turned it off.”
“Oh, well you could have told me that last night I would of…”
“Peyton, just please be quiet, you’re giving me a headache.” She looked at me utterly insulted, but kept her mouth shut.
I went over to my station and saw it was overflowing with flowers and candy. “Okay whose crap is on my station?” I asked.
Nobody ever sends me flowers. I automatically assumed they weren’t mine.
“They’re yours,” Peyton said.
“Huh?”
“They’re for you retard.”
“Who are they from?” I asked puzzled.
“I don’t know, but I’m dying to find out.”
“I’m surprised you haven’t already looked yourself,” I said raising one eyebrow at Peyton.
“Trust me, I was tempted, but I thought I be nice just this once.”
I looked at the overabundance of floral arrangements. They varied from roses, to daises, to lilies, with chocolates and a stuffed pig.
I started with the roses. Obviously from someone who doesn’t know me very well, if they did, they know I hate roses.
I opened up the card and it said:
I’m sorry, call me
-Logan
I laughed out loud. “This has got to be a joke,” I thought to myself.
“The chocolates came with the roses,” Peyton said pointing to the tacky gold and red heart shaped box. I picked up the roses and the chocolates and handed them to Peyton.
“Here, I don’t want these.” Peyton gave me a funny look. “They’re from Logan.” Peyton shrugged and took them. She loved roses.
I was scared to open the other cards, but with
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