The Love Forest novel Chapter 6

I waited for his answer, but then I heard light snores. "Sweet Jesus, Mom and Dad are gonna kill me." I whispered to myself.

"Cole, wake up!" I said in the loudest voice that can possibly be inaudible to be heard to my parents' room.

He didn't even twitch.

I sighed frustratedly and tried pushing him of with all my strength, but it's like pushing a rock.

Why did I even let you stay the first place? I thought with regret.

Because he's drunk and he looks so sad. He already said so himself.. Are you really that heartless, Kylie? my conscience taunted.

"Arrgg," I groaned.

I sat up and studied his face. He looks so calm and vulnerable and almost... cute? My eyes trailed on his face. His sharp jawline, his thick and long lashes, his perfect-sized nose and his plump, kissable...

I snapped out of that thought in horror. Gosh, you're such a pervert, Kylie. Don't even think about it. That's disgusting! That's Cole Anderson, the guy who sent the ugly picture of you in 4th grade last year! Ew, I can't even believe myself!

One question lingered on my mind that night: Why do we hate each other? I have no recollection of when and why it started. It just...developed.

If there was one thing I realized tonight, it's that a tiny part of me cares.

"Good night, Anderson. Sweet dreams."

-Kylie Smith-

"Hmmm." I groaned sleepily. Half unconcious, I reached for a pillow. Expeting to get a seize of a soft, fluffy object, instead, when I seized that thing, it was a rocky, hard, muscular...

Arm?

Arm?!

In panic, I stood up so fast that my vision was filled with dots and my head feels like it's spinning. When my view became clearer, I looked at the person on the same bed as me.

Images and flashbacks of what happened last night came rushing back to me. He snuck through my window like a creep, was intoxicated, on the same bed together...

Say what?!

Laid on the same bed together?! How in the world did that---Why did I even---But we hate each other---What, why, when, how on Earth did I let him in?

"I...I felt lonely."

An overwhelming feeling, like last night, squeezed my chest. I wanted to so badly wrap my arms around him and ask what's wrong but then he passed out. Wrong timing. When I decided to be nice, that's the time he freaking passed out.

Well then, I guess fate is really trying to keep us apart.

I snapped out of my thoughts when he moaned and rolled over.

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