The sound of birds chirping and the ray of light seeping through my bedroom window makes it harder for me to keep sleeping.
I toss and turn in bed, stretch and groan, yawn and roll before sitting up and scratching my arm. I stare into space for a while before lazily getting up and heading to the bathroom.
I look into the mirror and it's to no surprise how bloodshot my eyes are. I look like a disaster. My hair's all over the place, I have sleep marks on my cheeks and my eyes look like King Julian when he had the pink eye.
I turn on the faucet with a sigh escaping my lips. I put my hands below it and let the water fill it. I stare at it longingly letting the water overflow and rush out of my hands before splashing it on my face repeatedly.
I take my time, as usual, picking up my toothbrush and paste from the top of the sink. I brush my teeth and when I'm done I head back into the room.
I walk downstairs to the kitchen. My mum already there with an apron tied around her waist. She turns from the burner, noticing me.
"Hey Abby", she says then focuses on what she's cooking.
"Hi mum", I say nibbling at some grapes that were on the kitchen table.
She turns off the burner and fully turns to me. I take a seat on the kitchen stool.
She analyzes me, "How are you?".
"Bad", I answer truthfully. I felt horrible and I wish I could just disappear because I think I'm at that point where I feel nothing but fatigue.
She sighs, "Well that's why I made you your favorite", she chirps happily and I sigh so her happy expression dies down a bit.
"What is it?", she asks.
"Why? Why would you cook that?", I ask raising my voice and she has a look of confusion written all over her face.
"I'm sorry", I sigh face palming, "I just..", I trail with a small shrug, "They all make me fat", I say with a strain in my voice.
My mum sighs with sad eyes. She's done so much for me. I don't blame her for any of this. It's all my fault. I'm the reason I'm this way.
"I'm sorry Abby.. how bout I go get you something lighter", she suggests taking off her apron but I shake my head.
"No, it's fine.. I'll.. I'll just go take a shower and head out", I say and she looks like she's about to disagree but she lets me be with a nod.
I walk upstairs, get into my room, take a shower then get dressed. I usually don't wear pants cause I'm more of a dress person but today I could care less about what I wear.
With a big hoodie I got from Noah and denim pants, I put my hair in a messy bun. I glance at the mirror, a sigh escape my lips at the sight of my reflection. I pause when I notice something then draw closer to the mirror.
I gasp loudly so I slap my hand around my mouth. I look closer to see if I'm mistaking but no I'm not, there's a little red mark on my neck.
No way! Noah left a hickey on me. I run away from the mirror to my drawer. I search for my journal and when I find it, I search for a pen.
I flip open the pages and although it wasn't in my bucket list I put it down then tick it. I clutch it close to my chest.. there's literally no way.
I daydream for a while but then sigh when reality dawns on me. It may have happened but I doubt it meant something.. to him though, cause it meant the world to me. I go back to the mirror slowly, putting my hair down. I huff picking up a brush.
Why am I even wearing his hoodie? I gulp when his scent reaches my nostrils and it's almost like he's next to me. I place a hand on my neck, reminiscing his slow kisses.
God, I could have died. Why did he kiss me? And in that way!. His kiss was so slow and sensual.. and he carried me.. Noah Kushner actually held my thighs and lifted my fat ass up.
I inhale the scent of his hoodie into my nostrils. It smells like him, just like Noah. That masculine but yet boyish scent.. it's so dreamy.
I smile but then frown.. it has to be an illusion. He doesn't see me that way. He only wants to protect me and probably just be there for lost times sake. I know he'll never like me.
But if he didn't then why would he kiss me that way. I mean, he even left a hickey on me. Was he drunk? Maybe he wasn't fully conscious and he thought I was Loren.
I scoff putting the brush down. I barely did anything but it's not as bad as before. I then grab my phone, not that I expect anyone to call me but just in case my mum would like to know where I am, it'll come in handy.
"Mum I'll see you later", I say as I walk down the stairs.
"Same here honey", she says putting on her coat.
"Where are you going?", I ask finally reaching her.
"Could ask you the same thing", she points out so I sigh. "I'm going to a book club with Carmen".
My attention is piqued when Noah's related, "Noah's mum?", I inquire and she nods.
"Yeah, so free time to sort whatever issue you guys are having", she says then opens the front door. She looks at me when I don't go through.
"C'mon Abby", she says and I reluctantly walk out the door. I don't want to talk with Noah, I'm still caught up in my feelings wondering if what happened was real or some long shot drunk story.
"Be good okay and make sure you eat something. Starving won't solve anything", she says then kisses my cheek.
We both start to walk down the driveway when a black bike rides up to us. My mum places her hand on her chest at the speed.
"Hernan?", I ask just as it stops and he takes off his helmet.
"Hi Ginger", he says then looks at my mum, "Hi uh Mrs Flenory", he says then stretches a hand out to her. My mum takes it and they have a handshake.
"I don't think we've met before but Abby's my tutor.. and friend", he says and I smile at the friend part.
"Oh", my mum trails looking between both of us. "That's wonderful. You know Abby doesn't really socialize much so it's great to see her having a friend..", she says trailing again.
"Other than Noah", she continues and I shut my eyes, painfully close.
Hernandez looks at me then back at my mum, "Oh right, Noah", he says and I can almost feel him roll his eyes at the back of his mind.
"Okay well, see you later", she hurries walking down the road to Noah's house.
"Well that was an intro", he says and I sigh embarrassingly.
"So uh what.. what are you doing here?", I ask.
"Tutoring", he says all chirpy and I wince. Crap I forgot I was meant to tutor him today and there's no way I could just bail after missing yesterday.
"Oh yeah, totally", I say nodding like I didn't forget.
Hernandez looks ahead at something and his brows scrunch up so I turn to look at whatever his eyes are on.
I see Carmen coming out of her house with Noah following from behind and as if he knows my eyes are on him, he turns and our eyes meet. I quickly look away.
"Uh.. we should go", I say eagerly.
"Uh okay", he says then asks, "Still know how to get in?".
"I'm not so sure but I'll try", I say and he nods handing me his helmet. I take it, putting it on.
"Abby?", a voice calls out and I squint my eyes, groaning. Why am I so slow? and why is he so fast? I literally haven't even moved yet!.
I turn to see Noah walking up to us. I look behind him and I notice both our mums getting into a car. Carmen's car to be precise. For some reason my mum hates driving.
He looks between Hernandez and I. Then his eyes focuses on my attire. He smirks when he sees I'm wearing his hoodie. Great.
"Where to?", he asks.
"Nowhere", I say almost too quickly. Hernandez notices the tension between us so he questions it with an eyebrow raise.
"Let's go", I tell him.
"You sure you wanna get in, I could drive you", Noah offers.
"Thanks but no", I say then focus on getting on the bike. "So um what am I doing?", I ask Hernandez.
"Well-", he starts but he gets cut of by Noah.
"A car would be way easier, don't you think buzz cut?", he questions and Hernandez glares at him.
"It's Hernandez", he tells him.
"Yeah, I don't think I asked", Noah says and I roll my eyes. Why is he being such a jerk right now?.
"Bye Noah", I say harshly and he sighs.
"C'mon princess let's talk", he says softly and I almost succumb at the calmness of his voice.
"There's nothing to talk about", I say then put a hand on Hernandez's shoulder.
"Take a leg over..", he starts and I do as he says taking my leg over and then placing it on the foot rest.
"Woah", I say putting another hand on his shoulder to fully get in.
"Hold on tight", he says and I wrap my arms around his waist. Through the side mirror I see him smirk.
Noah's eyes flicker to my arms around Hernandez and I notice him grimace.
"Bye Jock", Hernandez says then rides off and if this was some kind of hero getting their moment scene I'd say we left him to eat our dust.