Hey!
So, I'm probably not going to be updating as much as I used to, with school and all. However, I am going to try my best to update as much as I can. Unfortunately, this chapter is not very long, but I'll be making longer ones in the future. Anyway, this chapter is probably going to be a 2-parter (hopefully).
CINNAMON
I'm tired.
I squint as the sun shines into my eyes. I roll over in the bed, making eye contact with a pair of blue eyes. For a moment, I can't remember anything. Where am I? Who is this guy looking at me? Then it all comes back, and I smile groggily.
"'Morning, Race," I mumble. Race smiles back. He's changed out of his clothes from yesterday, and he's wearing a plain t-shirt and sweats. I had also changed out of my clothes last night in exchange for a tank top and sweats.
He smiles back. "Good morning, love."
I sit up and swat at him. "Staaaaaaaaahp."
He leans forward. "Stop doing what, love?"
"That," I say. Race's eyebrows move upwards in a question. "Calling me love, Race. It makes me blush."
He stands up from his bed that he was sitting on and walks to the bed I'm currently in. "Well, if it makes you blush, I'm going to keep on doing it," he says as he sits on the corner of my bed. "Can you lean forward for me?"
"Uhhh… okay," I agree as I lean forward. A few seconds later, he tells me to lean back up again. As I do so, I feel a fluffy pillow at my back.
"Thanks, Race," I smile gratefully.
"No problem," he replies. "Is your head better?" I nod. Race smiles. "Good." Race smiles and places his hand on my shoulder.
"What the hell, Higgins?!"
I looked over at the direction of the voice and see the redhead guy from the picture, and his face is a mixture of confused and angry.
"What. The. Hell. Higgins." He repeats again as he practically stomps over to the bed I'm in.
"…Hey Albert," Race says, a little sheepishly. Albert only glares in return.
"It's only been one night and you've already –" Albert splutters, and as he gestures wildly between me and Race, Race stands up quickly, waving his hands in protest.
"Oh god, Albert, nooooooo," Race blurts out. "It's not like that, not at all." He turns to me. "No offense, Curly."
"None taken," I reply. He turns back to Albert. "Albert, we're not… doing that."
Albert gestures to me, significantly less wildly this time. "So what's she doing here?"
He gestured to me. "She hit her head hard yesterday. And I mean, hard. I was nearby, so I brought her in here. I don't know her name yet."
"Hey, Albert," I say. He nods at me in return.
"So," Albert begins. "You don't know her name?"
"Not yet," Race replies. Albert nods again.
He doesn't seem to talk much, I think.
"I'm going to get some breakfast, I'm hungry," Albert says after a second of silence. "Do you and your friend want to come with me? Most of the others are already here."
"Sounds great, Al, I'll be there in a minute," Race replies.
"Sure thing, Racer," Albert smiles. It takes me by surprise, since the entire time since he stormed in the room he's been pretty frustrated. He looks at me. "Nice meeting you, new kid. Welcome to Denton." And with that, he leaves the room.
Race looks at me once Albert is gone. "Yeah, he's a little stoic at times." He pauses. "Hey, this seems a little forward or whatever, but can I get your number?" He sees the slight look on my face of I hope he's not hitting on me or something and quickly adds, "It's not that, you just seem nice." He smiles a little nervously.
I smile back. "Okay."
