Chapter 7: Mysterious Blonde

                                    

                                          
❁Wednesday❁
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♡Alyssa Bronx♡
Waking up this morning was almost impossible. I didn't even drink and I feel terrible. Although I'm glad I'm not Blake and drank as much as he did, I can't imagine how he's feeling. I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't show up to school today.
I get out of bed and decide to go downstairs to get a slice of toast for breakfast. It's not often I eat breakfast, but I hardly ate yesterday and I'm starving. I put the slice of bread into the toaster and wait for it to pop back up. 
Just as I'm about to leave the kitchen, Lucas walks in. "So are you gonna tell me why you left to hang out with my friend?" Lucas asks, while leaning against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest.
Considering he's the one who has been dating the one person who's constantly made me feel like a nobody, him thinking when I was hanging out with Blake was the worst thing in the world is pathetic. 
I scoff, "that's funny coming from you."
"Alyssa, you're my younger sister, I'm supposed to be looking out for you." He says with a hint of anger. "Just tell me why you were with Blake."
"I don't need protecting, Lucas. Besides, it's only Blake."
"Just because it's Blake doesn't mean nothing bad will happen, Alyssa."
"Whatever, I don't want to talk about this." I try to walk past him, but he moves to his right so he is now standing in the middle of the doorway blocking me from leaving.
"Just tell me, why Blake?" I laugh in his face. "You tell me. Why Sabrina?"
"That's not the same." He shakes his head.
"Yea, you're right. Blake isn't someone you used to be best friends with, just for him to stab you in the back, was he?" He lets out a sigh, clearly annoyed.
"I left to hang out with him because you were hanging out with a backstabbing bitch, Lucas." I notice his face soften and he drops his arms to his side. 
"After all the things she's done to me and all the pain she's caused in my life, you still chose her. Do you know how much that hurts me?" I yell at him. I can feel tears stinging my eyes threatening to spill. I keep blinking trying to keep them from falling. He doesn't say anything, but he has a look of guilt written all over his face. As he should.
I take the plate with my buttered toast on it and push past Lucas. I stomp up the stairs to my bedroom and walk in, slamming the door behind me. I set my plate on my desk, taking a seat in the chair and slowly nibble on the toast. 
I don't know why it's such a big deal to Lucas that I was hanging out with Blake. It's not like he's making time to hang out with him anyway, he's been so busy with Sabrina. God I fucking hate her.
Once I finished my breakfast, I ended up putting music on and having a quick shower, and by quick, I mean half an hour. After I got out, I dried my hair, brushed my teeth and my hair, dried my hair, and did my makeup. 
I walk out of my bathroom to look in my closet for something to wear. Sliding the hangers back and forth, I end up deciding on a light pink hoodie and black leggings. Lately, it's been colder in some of my classrooms due to the weather changing, but I don't mind because I love wearing hoodies.
I grab the books off my desk, with the stray sheets of paper and pack everything in my bag, tossing my pencil case inside as well. I slip on my black vans and disconnect my phone from the speaker my music was playing on. 
I head downstairs, bringing the plate and my backpack with me. I make my way to the kitchen setting my plate in the dishwasher. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I head out the door, grabbing the car keys on my way. I lock the house door and turn around to go to the car when a baby pink coloured mustang parked in front of the house catches my gaze. Of course. I roll my eyes.