Bab 16: Chapter 6 - Stop fighting over this (1)
You're saying it's hopeless,
that I should hope less
Heaven can help us, well maybe "she" might
You say it's beyond us, what is beyond us?
- Kygo, Justin Jesso
P.s. Listen to the song while reading this chapter, it's my new favorite song.
A U T U M N
I woke up alone. He was nowhere on the bed. My first thought was that he was probably in the shower or busy in the kitchen. Tyler was an early riser, after all, he was wide awake once his feet touched the ground and he'd stay wide awake throughout the day.
I, on the other hand, was not a morning person. I hated waking up. Be it for school or on weekends. I was one of those bed-huggers. The longer I stayed on the bed, the happier I was. I'd be grumpy the whole day if I didn't get enough sleep. Tyler knew of this, which was why he'd never wake me up unless it was necessary.
I stretched my body across the king-sized bed then stared at the ceiling for a solid five minutes, contemplating my way from bed to the fridge. I pushed myself up and made a small trip to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face before heading to the kitchen. A sticky note was placed on the counter by the fridge.
I'm going in early after the gym. I'll pick you up later. Ty
I widened my eyes, picked up the note, and reread the message one more time. Did he say 'gym'? I had no idea he was a gym rat. For all I knew, the only sport he'd like to do was jogging. I crumpled the note and tossed it to the bin.
One thing I enjoyed in the morning was juice and right now I craved something a little sour. I grabbed the orange juice and took a glass from the cupboard. I poured myself a good amount then downed it in one go. By the time I went back to the bedroom to pick up clean clothes, my phone buzzed. It was from Jess.
Good luck on your first day! Sorry I was too drunk to function last night.
I smiled and quickly typed a reply.
It's ok. How's the hangover?
Her reply was fast and short.
A bitch.
I laughed and tossed my phone on the bed. I was about to grab a T-shirt but then prompted myself as I remember that no one could get away the first day at school by wearing a T-shirt. The first impression was everything these days. So I grabbed a maroon halter top and a pair of black jeans.
I took a shower as if my nerves weren't a wreck. As if my mind wasn't racing and my heart wasn't beating with anticipation. It was the first day, I finally went to the University of my dream.
I got ready pretty quick. Judging by how my hands shook as I pulled my hair back into a high ponytail on the top of my head, putting eyeliner on wasn't a good idea. I might accidentally stab my eyeball and risk getting blind. So I kept my makeup simple, foundation and setting powder. At this time I missed Jess and her killer makeup skill. She'd fix my makeup real quick and without a hitch.
"That'll have to do," I muttered to myself as I stared at my reflection in the mirror above the sink.
* * *
As I walked towards the building, I noticed people were whispering around me and wondered what was that all about. My thought was easily dismissed as I realized I'd be late if I didn't run because my class was on the top floor.
By the time I reached the class, I was five minutes early. I took a seat on the back, something I've often done in high school. No matter what people said, sitting in front of the class didn't help me focus on the lecture. Again, the whisper started.
A beautiful girl walked towards me. When she was only three steps left, she stumbled and dropped the books she was carrying. I got out of my seat and helped her. She muttered her thanks and settled on a seat beside me. "Hi, I'm Carina Joana." She smiled and stuck out her hand.
I returned her smile and shook her hand. "I'm Autumn Summers." My social skill was a bit rusty. In Carlton High, I didn't have to introduce myself and make friends. They all knew who I was and wanted to be my friends so I didn't really have to do much.
Her smile flattened as she heard my name. She quickly pulled out her hand from my grasp. "Oh, you're that girl."
I frowned at the sudden change of attitude. "What girl?"
She didn't face me when she answered in a voice that barely above the whisper. "The girl that slept with the admission board."
Damn you, Phraser.
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