Chapter 23: Chapter 23

Rylie's POV

I awoke with the worst hangover ever. My head hurt and every single movement caused me unbearable pain. It basically felt as though my brain was being beat on inside my head.

Makes me wonder why people would even drink if it just meant waking up like this in the morning.

Ugh! I'm never drinking again. I promised myself.

My eyes slowly went round the room I was in, a room that looked faintly familiar but trying to rack my brain only caused me more pain so I stopped trying.

Unable to lie in bed any longer, I sat up and my eyes went to a figure seated by the reading table but I couldn't make out who it was.

"Blake, is that you?" I hesitantly called out.

The figure didn't reply at first which I found really freaky and weird so I called out again, "Who is it?"

Then, the figure turned the chair to face and I found myself staring at a very familiar face with an all too familiar smirk plastered on his lips.

"Logan!"

"Well well well, if it isn't the drunk," he remarked.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes and balled my hands in a fist.

"I am not a drunk. Oww!" I moaned from the pain in my head. "I only had two cups of your stupid drink."

"Two cups, huh? The Rylie I know would never have drunk one cup much less two. Still trying to get over Asher, are we?"

"Shut up, Logan! Just shut up!" I yelled, not minding my migraine.

"Why should I? It's true afterall. Your goody-two-shoes act was probably why Asher dumped your ass in the first place."

At those words, I felt my resolve shatter and all the emotions I'd kept pent up break out.

"Get out, Logan! Just get the fuck away from me!" I yelled hysterically.

He smirked as he stood from the chair and walked out of the room. As soon as he left, I buried my head in the pillow and cried like I never had before.

It was all the memories I'd buried deep in my heart had been dug up as they flashed across my mind, bringing more and more tears.

A particular scene played in my head. It was the day Asher, my first boyfriend moved away.

*Flashback*

"My mom says it's time sooo I guess this is it," Asher sighed, giving me a sad look.

"I wish you didn't have to go, Asher." I hugged him tight.

"I wish I didn't have to go too but sometimes we don't always get what we want."

Hearing those words broke my heart but I knew they were true. Still it wasn't easy to let go. Asher and I had been preparing for this for weeks but now that it was finally time, I still found it hard to let go.

"I know Asher, I know. I just wish…" I trailed off.

"Don't be down Rylie. I might not be next door anymore but you'll always be in my heart."

"You mean that?"

"I do."

"And you promise to visit as well?"

"You can bet on it. And we'll text and video call everyday too. This move doesn't have to break us, Rylie."

Those words basically changed everything for me. I'd heard that long distance relationships never worked but Asher and I loved each other so much, it was absolutely impossible for our relationship to fail.

"I believe you, Asher. I really do."

He smiled, cupped my cheeks and placed a kiss on my lips. I threw my hands around his shoulder and deepened the kiss.

By the time we pulled apart, we were both breathless but I couldn't have been happier. Even as I watched Asher's family car drive off, I might have been crying but I still felt happy because I believed no matter how far apart we got, we would always be together in heart, just like Asher said.

*End Of Flashback*

What a load of crap that turned out to be! Just a few weeks to the end of summer, the same guy who promised we would be together uploaded a picture of himself and another girl kissing at a party and refused to answer my calls afterwards.

Now weeks later, here I was, crying my heart out after Asher's best friend, Logan took it upon himself to shatter my already broken heart.

My life really was messed up!

So engrossed was I in my pain that I didn't notice when Blake stepped into the room until he was sitting on the bed beside me.

"Rylie," he slowly tapped me.

I chose to ignore him, hoping he would get the message and leave me alone. But he didn't. Instead, he kept tapping me over and over again until I couldn't take it anymore and raised my head from the pillow to yell at him.

"What?! What?!! Just what the fuck do you want?!!!"

The look in his face was one of surprise and a bit of sadness. I would have felt sorry for lashing out at him but I was too consumed with my own sorrow to feel sorry for anyone.

"What happened to you? Why are you crying?"

"Like you care!" I scoffed.

"Of course I care. Why wouldn't I?"

"Yeah right. A few weeks ago, you would have been happy to see me like this and now I'm supposed to believe you care?" I rolled my eyes. "You probably wouldn't care if not for the fact that I'm your “supposed” girlfriend."

Blake looked so hurt, I could feel a twinge of guilt in my stomach.

"Rylie-" he started but I cut him off.

"Don't bother. I just… I want to go home," I sighed, looking away from him.

I heard a sharp intake of breath from him before he said, "Okay. I'll go get the car out front."

Once he left, I fell back in bed as guilt washed over me and the tears began to fall anew...