The next morning, Isabella woke up to the sound of the shower running. She was still in Alex's room lying in his bed and Alexis was asleep on the floor in a little makeshift bed. Isabella pulled the sheets away from her to get out of the bed but immediately pulled them back up to her neck when she realized she was undressed from the waist up. She frantically scanned the room for her blouse and spotted it neatly hung up on a hanger on the closet door knob on the other side of the room. Isabella was about to run and grab it when the bathroom door swung open. Isabella settled back into the bed and clutched the blankets closer to her body. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. She couldn't remember much of last night after her fight with Edward, which she remembered in vivid detail, only that she came back to Alex's room.
When Isabella looked at Alex, her eyes widened. He stood, leaning against the door frame with a just a towel on. The towel hung dangerously low on his hips and the rest of his body glistened with little droplets of water. "Good morning." he spoke, all traces of his English accent from last night gone. Isabella looked at him, to her shirt, and then down at her own blanket clad body. Alex followed her gaze and smirked followed by a low chuckle. Isabella saw that and glared at him. "It's not funny. What happened last night?" she asked him accusingly. Alex held up his hands in defense. Don't look at me babe. You were the one that ripped your shirt off." Alex told her. Isabella's eyes went even bigger than before. Why would she take off her own shirt? "Though I can't say I objected." Alex continued. He walked over to his closet and opened the door, completely ignoring Isabella's shirt. He grabbed a black sweater and pulled it on before picking a heather grey tee shirt and tossing it onto the bed. "Wear that." He instructed, pulling dark wash jeans out of the closet. He closed the door and headed to his dresser. "Why would I wear your shirt if mine is right over there?" Isabella pointed over at her blouse. Alex turned to her, "Because you would be coming out of my room wearing the same clothes from last night. You wouldn't want to give people the wrong impression, would you?" He asked, pulling a pair of boxers and socks out of the top drawer and heading back to the bathroom.
He had a point. Isabella quickly grabbed the shirt and pulled it over her head before Alex came back into the room. The shirt was really comfortable. The cotton was worn in, making it thin but soft. It was a little big on Isabella, but she would be able to pass it off as hers. Alex walked back into the room, this time fully clothed, and sat down on the end of his bed. Isabella still clung to the blankets. Just knowing that Alex had seen her without a shirt made her blush. "Why did I take my shirt off?" Isabella finally asked hesitantly. Alex leaned back, his elbows keeping him propped up. "You were having a bad trip." He told her. "You kept screaming that you couldn't breathe so you ripped your shirt off, hoping it would help." The memories were slowly coming back to her. She felt like she was drowning last night. Though that probably had more to do with Edward then the weed she had smoked.
"Are you okay?" Isabella felt Alex's soft touch on her arm, pulling her out of her thoughts. She was surprised at the softness in his voice. "I'll be fine." She lied with a small smile. Honestly, she felt like a huge part of her was missing, Edward, but she was more determined than ever to try to move on with her life. What as the saying? Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. Edward had definitely 'fooled her twice' so to speak.
"Did anything else happen last night?" Isabella asked. Alex smiled knowingly, "Like what?" he asked playfully. He was going to make her say it. "Did we…do anything we shouldn't have..?" Alex's smile slowly disappeared. "Uh, no. Nothing happened. But you did try. You're a feisty little thing when you want something." He said. Isabella cringed, but she didn't understand. Alex wanted to sleep with her, so why didn't he? Last night would've been the perfect opportunity. "But you didn't?" she asked. Alex shook his head. "You were pretty messed up last night. I'm not into being the guy you regret in the morning." He explained as he got up from the bed. He slipped a pair of vans on and headed for the door. "But don't worry; I'm sure we'll have another chance." He flashed a smile before disappearing out the door and into the hallway.
Isabella didn't know where Alex was going or when he would be back, but she decided she should leave. Isabella went over to Alex's desk. She found a pad of post-its and a pen and wrote a note to Alexis. 'Went home. Didn't want to wake you. Text me when you get up. Love you, Isabella' Isabella then stuck it on Alexis's forehead and left the room. As soon as she got out into the hallway, Isabella noticed something in her peripheral vision. Somebody was outside of Edward's door. When she turned, she found it to be Emmett. He sat on the floor, leaning against the door, pounding at it every few seconds or so. "Come on Eddie, let me in" he called. The elevators were on the other side of him so there was no way to get by without him seeing her. Isabella stopped in front of him. "Problem?" she asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest as a sort of barrier between them. "Yeah, Eddie boy is PMSing again. He locked me out." Emmett said and pounded on the door again. "Are you sure he's even in there?" Isabella asked. Edward was probably long gone by now. "Yeah, I can hear him breathing." Emmett told Isabella. Isabella stopped breathing. He was still here? "He's in there? Now?" she asked, not believing what she just heard. Emmett nodded. "He's just being a dick right now." He yelled to the door. "Hello, Earth to Bells." Emmett had stood up and was now waving his hand in front of her face. Isabella took a deep breath and shook her head out, trying to clear her mind. "I used to get locked out of my dorm all the time. I learned a little trick. Here," Isabella dropped to her knees in front of the door and pulled a paperclip from her pocket. It was something she learned to carry around everywhere when she first got here. It helped her with her share of dorm room doors. Isabella stuck the paperclip into the key hole. With a little wiggling of the knob, the door popped open. Isabella hopped up. "With all the tuition our parents pay, you would think they would have a stronger security system." Isabella commented as she practically ran down the hall, not wanting to bump into Edward. Emmett stared at Isabella in awe as she unlocked to door with such ease. He stepped in the room so Edward couldn't lock him out again but stuck his head out into the hall. "Thank you!" He called. "Oh, and nice shirt." Isabella spun around just in time to see Emmett with a big smile on his face. He closed the door before Isabella could respond. All Isabella could think about know was, 'What is Edward thinking?'
