Chapter 20

AJ

My blaring alarm automatically lets me know that Ren slept over. I never set my alarm. When I open my eyes, I am even more alerted to Ren's presence, I'm inhaling his scent and entangled in him, my head curled into his chest, his arm wrapped around me, his hand resting in my hair. When I look up at him I see he is entirely awake. Staring at me with his gorgeous eyes. I move away, reluctantly and slowly. I sit up and rub sleep out of my eyes.

"Did you even sleep?" I ask Ren groggily. He shakes his head.

"I never sleep, you know this."

I shrug, "thought I'd ask anyway, and you do too sleep, it's just always during class. Not that I blame you, as you don't need to pay attention in class anyway."

He shrugs, "How are you feeling?" his attention on me is as startling as ever, his gaze sharp, as always, yet somehow, it's one of the most welcoming things to wake up to. I roll my eyes at his question, knowing he's referring to what I almost did last night. I stretch and yawn,

"Peachy." I say sarcastically.

"AJ." He persists. I let out a sigh "I feel…fine. I guess, life still sucks, everything is still better off without me, but it's not like I can do anything about it. You have my pills and while I would have plenty of other options You're going to be watching me like a hawk. And, consequently, you'll be dragging me to school today."

He nods, "this is all true. But for now,…" he gets up and digs some clothes out of my dresser "You are taking a shower."

He throws some pants at me, followed by a shirt. I quickly toss it away. "No, I have to make breakfast for Jason and Millie."

Ren lets out a sound of frustration and then turns to look at me. "No, I am making them breakfast. You are taking a shower." He presses the clothes I just tossed aside into my hands and then moves back to my dresser.

"Ren."

I begin, soon cut off by him throwing yet another article of clothing at me. Underwear to be specific. He opens my bedroom door and shoos me towards the bathroom

"Yes, that is my name. Now shower."

I roll my eyes; but obey. When I get into the bathroom, I notice anything sharp has gone missing. Including my razor. Not to mention the sliding glass doors for the medicine cabinet that I broke yesterday have also somehow disappeared. Right, I broke the glass, I look down at my injured hand, the toilet paper, replaced with fresh clean bandages, no doubt also Ren's doing. I make my hand into a fist a couple times and wince. Still stings like a son of a bitch. I turn on the shower. Peel the bandages off of my hand, strip, and step into the water.