Bad mood Bad mood Bad mood Bad mood.

So one of my guitar strings decide to f*ck off the guitar and I'm broke, so it's going to be a while before it can be restrung -_- The only thing that kept me sane was music/writing/music writing so HEY you guys get more chapters.

Read on :)

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Nothing happened. Well. Obviously something happened. We just laid there. Eventually, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was under the duvet, Alex sleeping next to me.

And it started to become a regular thing. For some reason, Alex would have an excuse to be in my room at night. And he just never left. It was never discussed. It just sort of... happened. For like a week now.

But last night. Last night, he didn't have an excuse. I just felt the bed shift, and his warmth next to me. Nothing was questioned.

I should be confused. I've only known him now for like a month. How is this happening? I stare at his sleeping face, wondering how I managed to f*ck up so badly. I look at the clock, and my eyes widen as I realise we're going to be late for school. I jump out, and shake Alex's shoulder, waking him up. His eyes open slowly, full with sleep.

"What time is it?" He groans, sitting up.

"Time to get up." I laugh. "We're gonna be late." I grab my shower things, and head for the door.

"Hey." He stops me. I turn around, looking at him in my bed. He rubs the back of his neck, and frowns. "We should talk, later." I nod, knowing this was coming.

"Yeah." I smile softly. "I think we do." I close the door behind me, and have my shower, weirdly uninterrupted. Asher must be sleeping in.

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I hope my Mother is ok. I understand that it's difficult for her to stand up for herself. She's doing it for us. I just wish there was another option. In the movies, or in the books, the victims would get an inspiring pep talk, and they would just leave. 'Just leave'. But in reality it isn't that simple. Sometimes it isn't as simple as 'just leaving'. And it's pretty damn hard to explain to people who 'just don't understand'.

I stare at the equations, numbers swirling around the black board. I used to pay attention in math.

"Harper, can you give us the answer for number seven?" My teacher asks. I snap out of it, with no idea of what's going on.

"Pardon?" I stutter.

"124 to the power of 4." Bianca says quickly. "Assuming that pie is applied." I smile at her gratefully, as the sir continues rambling.

"Thank you." I say quietly.

"No worries." She smirks. "Day dreaming about Alex again?"

"No." I say dryly.

"He still sleeping with you?" She asks curiously.

"We don't sleep together." I groan. "Just... in the same bed lately."

"Right." She rolls her eyes. "You guys have a perfectly healthy relationship."

"We don't have a relationship at all." I tap my pencil in frustration. "I think. I don't know."

"Well." She smirks. "I have a feeling Jake is going to ask me out on a date soon."

"Really?" I grin.

"Yeah." She laughs. "He came to me this morning before school, asking, 'for a friend', what I would say if somebody asked me out."

I groan, cringing. "Smooth."

"I know right." She giggles. "But it's kind of cute."

I snort. "Ok."

"When are we going to do this assignment?" She asks. "It's due by the end of the week, we need to get it done."

"After school?" I ask. She nods.

"It can't be my house though." She frowns. "My Dad is hosting a bible study and last weeks lesson was on teenagers who are sexually confused. You were the main example."

"You can come to mine I guess." I shrug. "Well, not mine. Alex's. Coles? The house I'm staying at." She nods, and we leave as the bell rings.

"You coming to lunch?" I ask her, walking down the hallway.

"Nope." Bianca says. "I have another detention. Mr Fritz said if I don't turn up he'll tell my Dad."

"You Reb-dog." I laugh, as we split up. I find an empty spot in the cafeteria, the furthest table away from Evan and his friends as I could find. We've had hardly any contact for the past week, at all, except for a few smirks and looks. But I know he hasn't forgotten. He'll make an appearance again. But this time I'm not going to be his doormat.

"Hello sweetcheeks." Jake says, sliding into the seat next to me, followed by the rest of them.

"Do you guys travel in a pack or something?" I tease.

"Scariest pack in town." Alex says, sitting across from me.

"I know, just look at you." I grin, and dodge the napkin he throws at me.

"Harper, do you think you could read this article I had to write?" Hayden asks. "I have to hand it in tomorrow."

"Yeah sure." I say. "Bianca has to come over today to do an assignment, so I can do it then."

"Bianca's coming over?" Jake spits out his food, paying attention to me. "Since when?"

"About that." I smirk, turning to him. "You really aren't a subtle guy are you?"

"What do you mean?" He asks confused. I don't bother, and just laugh.

"Yes Jake." I answer his previous question. "Bianca will be there after school."

"Whatever." He says casually. "I might drop in."

"You live there dip-shit." Seth and Elliot say in unison. Jake throws a bread roll at them, and they bolt out of their chairs, Jake closely behind them.

"I guess I should go break that up." Vincent stands, cracking his knuckles. "Peace out."

"I'm going to go... study." Hayden says. He throws out his trash, and then sniggers. "Lol. I'm not studying. I'm going to go make out with my girlfriend." He leaves, leaving Alex and I, sitting across from each other.

"You may want to warn Bianca of what she's getting herself into." Alex points out, finishing his apple.

"To be honest Jake will have a hard enough time getting around her father." I frown. "I may as well wait until he gets around that obstacle."