I had a lot of free time today, so here is Chapter 4. Thanks again for your feedback! And I hope the person who gave me this suggestion is reading this.
I awoke to the sound of running water. I sat up and looked around. At first, I didn't know where I was. Then it hit me.
I was in Ryan Hardy's bed. We had fallen asleep together after a night of drinking and kissing. In fact, my head was still spinning from last night.
I got out of Ryan's bed and stretched. I walked into the kitchen area, and there was no sign of Ryan. I continued hearing the sound of running water. It dawned on me that Ryan was in the shower. While I waited for him to finish, I went to the sink and got a glass of water.
A few minutes later, Ryan came out of the bathroom.
"Good morning," I said.
"Morning, Mike," he said.
There was a different tone in his voice. He didn't sound excited to see me. I thought that maybe reminding him of last night would perk him up.
"So, about last night…" I said before Ryan cut me off.
"Yeah, about that," he said as he leaned against the kitchen counter. "Look, Mike, I was tipsy."
His words pierced my heart like a knife. This was not the Ryan I was with last night. I thought he wanted me the way I wanted him. The way he looked at me, spoke to me, kissed me, touched me, and wrapped his arm around me during the night made me feel wanted.
"It's nothing against you, Mike, but I wasn't in my right mind," he said, breaking the silence.
I didn't know what to say. I probably looked like an idiot standing there trying to think of what to say. I opened my mouth a couple of times, but the words wouldn't come out. After what seemed like hours, I figured out what to say.
"If that's how you feel, then I won't bother you again," I told him.
Not wanting to hear what Ryan would say next, I quickly grabbed my jacket and left his apartment. I don't think I've ever moved so quickly in my entire life.
When I got back to my apartment, I let all my pent-up feelings out. I flopped onto my bed, buried my face into my pillow, and sobbed. I pounded my fists against the mattress over and over.
I thought this was something real. I thought I had a chance with my hero.
"My hero," I said aloud.
I started to second guess my thoughts of him being my hero. He gave me a false hope that there could be something between us and then he tells me that it was nothing. I knew he had been drinking, but the way he looked into my eyes and the way he kissed me felt so real. I continued to lay face down on my bed. I had no motivation to do anything. I had papers to write, assignments to finish, and my apartment needed cleaned, but I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed.
I slept most of the day. Ryan even invaded my dreams. I woke up crying, shaking, and sweating. I would close my eyes and the cycle would start over again. I managed to get out of bed in the early evening to get something to eat. Of course as soon as I was done eating, I went back to bed.
A few days passed, and I still couldn't shake the thoughts of Ryan Hardy from my mind. Every little thing reminded me of him. I couldn't concentrate on my thesis because I was quoting Ryan's book throughout it. Having to walk by the auditorium and common room was a constant reminder of how I first met Ryan.
"Why did I get my hopes up?" I thought to myself as I walked past the common room.
I shouldn't have gotten so excited. I should have known that Ryan wasn't in his right mind after all that drinking. But I couldn't help myself. I was so caught up in the heat of the moment that I lost all control.
My thoughts were interrupted by the vibration of my phone. Someone was calling me. I looked at my phone and nearly dropped it when I saw the name on the caller ID. It was Ryan Hardy.
Another cliffhanger! I know this chapter didn't have action in it, but there will be more coming. I will have some free time tomorrow, so I will update very soon.
