Headaches, dizziness, and confusion is what a typical hangover usual is but for me it had quite a different effect. I felt almost vibrant and energized, unlike Keegan who never even bother to come back to the apartment last night. I bet his "friends" was just a code word for strippers, I mean isn't that why so many guys leave to hang out with "friends" that's what Nathan would say before leaving for the night.

But it wasn't my business anyway, he wants to have dirty time he can go get dirty time as long it isn't in this apartment. Which, I've cleaned spotless since this morning so now I can blissfully walk to school and face getting lectured from all my art teachers, and here all about it from Nancy. The rain hits the side walks, nearly making me regret not buying rain boots I no longer owned an umbrella since Nina basically owned it.

Immediately after entering class Nancy approaches me, and I know I'm in for the world wind of gossip. "Hey Nancy." I sigh before slumping down into my seat, preparing to hear all that went down the other night, even though I was already there.

"Oh my god Joey, I heard what happened!" She grasps my arms, "It's practically what the whole school is talking about."

I just nod my head and holding back the tears that were welling up, "You know I'd rather not talk to you right now Nancy." I growl before proceeding to put my earbuds in my ear and play OneRepublic, she begins to cry and I couldn't care less about it.

I continue drawing my picture of my mother, and drowning out the rest of class even ignoring Mrs. Stang and she was teaching the class room on shadowing technique. I missed Mom more then ever right now, she would be pulling me out of school just to make sure I was in the right mindset to even be living with a boy. What does everything seem to come down to her, would I be somewhere else? If she didn't have to die the way she did, and how I know I am the one to blame for it.

The bell rings signaling everyone to go for lunch, but it's just my luck that i have to go to Nina's work and fill my requirement for being nice to Mr. Dick Head Keegan Murray for reasons I'm still trying to comprehend, I wait till everyone leaves before collecting my stuff and heading to the news room.

"Miss. Kendall." I turn around and see Mrs. Stang walking toward me. Great, here comes the rant about me missing class yesterday, just shoot me in the arm already god.

"Hi Mrs. Stang, I have to go very important meeting." I declare, slowly removing myself from the classroom and into the hall.

She halts me by grabbing my arm, " You know if you ever need someone to talk to let me know." She shows me her smile before releasing me back into the jagged and empty hallway.

I pass the gym and notice that Keegan was sitting on the bench dribbling the ball with his left hand, he looked lonely. I would be nice and go in and talk but I can't mess up and the news room either.

When I join the newsroom, it was bustling like per usual and it terrified me. I didn't have Nina to push me through it, and come to think of it I haven't really seen her at all, since the other night which I think is a good thing but at the same time why would i decided to come back, Nina's career wasn't my problem anymore. But I still know I let down the newspaper and it wasn't fair for me to do so.

I reached the entrance to Miss. Reia's office, knocking on the door and peaking in failing to see that she wasn't even in there and that I looked like a second class idiot.

"Hi, you must be Josephine Kendall," A disembodied voice comes from behind me, a tall slim shoulder man with the purest of blue eyes, his eyebrows framed his eyes so nicely and his hair jet black.

"I'm Shawn, I'll be supervising you and well directing you most of the time. I'm in charge while in absence of Miss. Reia." He mentions while diddling with his thumbs, he looked so nervous and hot. Lets not forget hot.

I hysterical start laughing, and maybe it's the fact that he standing right in front of me and looks like a god and he's nervous talking to me. Tears start forming my eyes as I feel the tension in the room, all eyes are on me and I'm terrified once again.

Shawn steps in front of me, holding my shoulder and he "Are you okay?" He expresses himself in such a mild mannered. "Please sit in my office." He continues to hold my shoulder guiding me inside his office and sitting me down, as I begin to breath more calmer then the scene that proceed to happen outside.

"I'm so sorry," I utter, bringing my arms to wrap around my torso. He looks at me confused as if I just told him Santa wasn't real no more and he didn't understand why. "It's just that this past week has been really shitty for me, ex-fiance, new roommate who is my ex-fiance teammate on our local basketball team, finding out my ex-fiance and well now ex-best friend slept together while i was still engaged to him. Then I have to deal with the fact that another cute and attractive guy just decides to waltz into my life and telling that'll he'll be supervising me. Like come on!"

I finally breath looking up to the sky, "What else do you have planned for me? Huh big guy, what's your problem?" I bring my hands into the air before gazing back down to a wide eyed Shawn.

He begins to scratch his head in confusion, as he sets his body against his desk looking down at me. His voice like olive oil coats my heart, "Ruff week?" I shake my head in agreement, he brings his hands down, placing them each side of his body supporting himself.

"I'm sorry for coming unglued like that." I turn my face to look down at my converses, biting my lip and continuing to use my shirt sleeve to wipe my tears.

"It's alright, I mean thanks for the compliment but I'm sorta dating someone," His voice soft to the touch, with a hint of humor, "But how about we do this, I'll give you a week extension on your project of Keegan Murray."

My mouth shapes into an O, you gotta be kidding me. Okay god, what shit you trying to pull now? It ain't funny no more.

"You have a problem with that?" He says, pushing him off his desk and sitting in the chair beside me.

"Nope, I'm sorry about that whole thing again." I look up to his face, as he holds sincere smile.

"It's alright, but if you need someone to rant about here's my friends card." He holds it out, and proceeds to open the door signaling me to get out.

I smile, leaving the room and glancing down to realizing that he gave me a card to see a therapist, you gotta be fucking kidding me right? One little thing after another, and I still had work to do after school. Like I wasn't stressed enough, I walk through the hallway again whispers flying around as I get the most vacancy of stares. Heading back to the art room would be a valid choice, but I still had an hour to kill before then and should probably go make buds with him.

The dribbling of the ball echo's in the gym, he's still sitting on the bench staring at the ball. I clap my hands together, walking on the bleachers keeping my distance and sitting two rows behind him. I bury my face into my lap.

"Terrible day, isn't it?" Keegan says, his voice thick with emotion.

"Yeah," I sigh frustration. "You and me both roomie." I say with a hint of laughter, showing a smile.

He doesn't say anything, his basketball continues to dribble in silence. I look down to realize his body was hunched over and I couldn't stand feeling this way and on top of that someone else feeling the same way. I run down the bleachers, Keegan's face looks up towards me puzzled as to why I seemed to be leaping for joy,

I stand in front of, him slowly hoping up and down on my tippy toes. "What are you doing ?" He utters softly spoken.

"This," I say high jacking the ball mid air, and begin to jolt back and forth teasing him, "You got this, let's play H-O-R-S-E!"

I lift the ball from my hand, and shoot directly for the net but Keegan's height and arm length take advantage and snags the ball mid air.

His smile, raised to a conceited grin and a belting laugh, "You think you can take a pro basketball player in a game of H-O-R-S-E?" He questions me.

"Pro?" I look around, placing my hand on my head to shade my eyes trying to find the pro basketball player he said he was. "I can't seem to find this pro you're talking about?"

"Ha," He says with a straight face. "You think you're funny?"

"Oh yeah," I giggled, "Class clown at your service." I know to my knees before grabbing the ball from his arm.

"Plus, you have an advantage Joey." He says with a superior smile, kneeling his face down to mine. He used that name, and he knew that it was going to get me going, but joke on him. I may be small I can always manage.

Before I knew it, Keegan already beat me with H-O-R-S-E. I feel to the floor, gasping for air making Darth Vader like noises.

Keegan sat right across from me as we swung the ball back and forth to and from each other, "Don't you have class?" He ask looking at the scoreboard time, I laying on my back glancing at the scoreboard along with him.

"No, not for another thirty-minutes." I rest my hand on my belly, it grumbling in hunger. "Well I'm hungry, wanna go eat something from the cafeteria up the street?" I ask Keegan.

"I don't know." He says, before starting to stand up, kicking the ball so it would land in his good hand.

"Oh come on you can't tell me you aren't sweating?" I questioned him, still lying on my back. Truth be told he didn't even have a ounce of sweat on him, and wasn't panting nearly as hard as I was, but who wasn't hungry at this hour.

"Well I guess I could, loser!" He walks over to me lightly kicking me on the side.

"Well the least you could do is help a dehydrated sloth out!" I hold my hand up for him to grab, he slowly edges his hand toward mine, until I feel his fingertips brush against my hand. I could feel his palm pressed against onto my own. I tensed my muscles up as he pulls me toward him and then I pulled my hand away from his noticing our sudden closeness. He balled his fist and shoving his hand in his pocket.

Keegan lets out aloud cough, "Let's go eat.." He mumbles before heading toward the door, looking back at me with a smirk, "Come on Joey."

I let out a heavy sigh, "And I thought I was getting somewhere with you, lanky?" I say, before pushing my body against his in a flamboyant way.

"Lanky?" He questions my remark, looking at me raising one eyebrow.

I chuckle, " We'll look at you.." I nudge him in the shoulder before opening the door to the cafeteria, as soon as I begin to laugh again heads spinning towards us. Talking seems to hold to a stop, everyone eyes are large or their mouths are wide open, and after that split second is over everyone resumes to what they were doing before.

I turn back to look toward Keegan but he's nowhere to be seen, the door still swinging I look to not even see him through the hallway. Why would he run like that?

* * * * *

I spent the rest of my day, painting avoided everyone besides Jacob. He was usually quite compared to the stereotypical gay guy, and he was pretty chill to talk to we had a project together and we did our own thing and we had coffee when we finished and that was that.

Towards the end of class I dreaded walking back home and then back to work again, and then unpack all my stuff and clean the apartment which made me think that I would be the only one bothering to clean everything up. But sleeping on a couch was better than sleeping on the floor, and with that being said I'm glad I have somewhere to live.

Still haven't seen Nina in the hallways our at school which I find odd, our schedules where the same, we made them the same so we had time to see each other, and now I don't. I'm not acting upset, I'm just worried she went off the deep end like she has before.

I open the door to see my boxes scattered all over the floor making the cramped loft look like a mini city, and Keegan seems to be basking in the glory. He sits on the counter admiring all the boxes and taking a sip of his beer, "Wow enough stuff, and how you doin'?" He mutters.

"Sorry, I'll clean it up after I get home from work." I put my canvas against the counter of the kitchen.

He cackles,"I just pulled a Joey on you and you didn't even notice?" He smirks, "And it's fine, as long as it stays on your side of the room." He takes another chug and removes himself from the counter and walks over to his comforter.

"Hey!" I yell at him marching over to him. "Why did you leave the cafeteria today?"

He rolls over facing the wall, "I just didn't want to eat at that time, and I was tired." His voice coming off mumbled as he faces the wall, but turns his face toward me.

His hand slowly drawing itself towards my face, my face turning baby pink. His hand caresses my face as his thumb slowly rubs on my check.

"Wha-"

His voice smooth and deep, almost raspy "You had some paint on your check." He says before retreating his hand into the blanket and turning and facing the wall again.

I touched my face warm from his hand but, not in a good way. My cheeks felt so flushed, and making me lose my sense of words, what as that? What am I feeling right now? It's not romantic, he's my roommate nothing else.

Now it's my turn to leave and go to work, how much fun could my life get?

Work was exhausting tonight, absolutely dreadful and then coming home to an apartment that needs to be organized just made the night drag on and the best part was when I got home Keegan wasn't even at the apartment, yet again? I mean why doesn't he hire himself a escort or whatever you call them, I mean it his hobby like painting is mine. But its a Saturday, and I guess people have more important things to do then stay in their apartment.

Happy Thanksgiving American Friends, I hope you had lots of food! I just had this chapter as a few cute moments, sorry it's kinda blah of a chapter!

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