~Clementine's POV~
I wake up to a knocking at the door. It was too early after last night. Alongside that it looks I had fell asleep in Ashton's hold last night. I was disappointed to get away from his warmth.
It was Rebecca.
In all honesty I didn't want to face her after the vibe I had received last night.
"Hey Becca. I'd thought you'd be sleeping after last night." I play with my hair.
"Well, I was wondering." She stands on her toes looking past me.
"What are you doing?" I ask blocking her view of Ashton.
"N-nothing. Um..." she examines me.
"What?" I laugh.
"What you're wearing."
"What's wrong with it?" I give myself a glance.
"I would think you'd want to cover up more around him."
"Becca, I normally wear this to bed. With or without him in the bed." I giggle.
"You sleep with him...?"
"Okay Rebecca what is up with you?"
"Nothing. Just don't you think sleeping in the same bed together..."
"Don't worry. We're both not ready for that." I snort.
"No, you just don't understand."
"What?"
"You don't know him like I do, sunshine."
Okay what was happening. Rebecca has never acted like this before. I would think this is a little too far but I wanted to keep persisting.
"Rebecca..."
She leaves the doorway. That was different and unusual. I've never seen or at least experienced Rebecca acting that way.
"Okay then." I exhale closing the door.
I'm walking towards my bed when I'm grabbed.
"Don't do that." He speaks into my shoulder, making his voice muffled.
"What?" I laugh.
"Don't leave me." He holds me tighter.
I'm smile. Though he can't see it, he knew.
******
I run into Annette. It's been a while since we've talked so I found it awkward.
"Hey Annette."
"Hey Clem." She responds.
"It's been awhile wouldn't you say." I smile.
"Yeah. It has. How are you and Ashton?"
"Good. We're good."
"That's great." She gives me a smile.
"I've seen you and Dakota have been getting along well."
"Yeah, she's told me what she's been through."
"Yeah..."
"I feel so stupid. Giving pity to myself."
"Annette you've been through alot. So many people can't even image what you been through."
"What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Aren't you one of those people?" She asks.
"I sometimes wish." I look at her.
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Bittersweet
Teen Fiction|| COMPLETED || I want to be ready for college, but I'll be leaving everything behind. I don't want to forget my mom, my friends, or the memories made. Then again, I want to move on, run away from the heart break following me. I want to be free, I n...
