My eyes flicker open and are welcome by the bright morning light. I squint them till they adjust to light and I see a shirtless Scott by my side, arms draped around my waist. His breathing is calm and I can't help but watch as his chest heaves up and down.

"Good morning." I mumble and push back a lock of his hair that fell to his still closed eyes.

I smile, then quietly get up from the bed -slowly in order not to wake Scott- and walk to the bathroom.
I quickly brush my teeth, get out of last night clothes and hop into the shower, letting the warm water soothe my skin while I think of an explanation to give to Scott if the question of what happened last night pops up.

I run my hand through my hair, using my fingers as a comb to brush the wet strands down.
I turn off the shower when I'm through, dry off, then grab my white silk robe and pray to God that Scott is still sleeping when I enter the room.

Unfortunately he's not, rather on the phone.

"No, everything is fine. I'll pick you up." He sighs.

I'm about to step out of the bathroom but then I hear,

"I love you too."

Then there was silence.
No sound is heard except the frantic drumming of my heart.

Who is he talking to?

"No it's okay, I'll be there soon."

I listen a little longer till I'm sure he is no longer on the phone before stepping out.

"Hey babe." He says while buttoning his shirt.

I smile, I at least try to.

"I'm sorry I have to leave so early, something came up."

I say nothing but keep on smiling. All the while different possibilities were running through my head.

"Are you okay now?" He asks, he now had his shirt on fully.

"Yes. Thank you." I reply.

He walks closer to me and smiles, "You look really nice with your hair all wet." He teases.

It was then I remembered I have nothing but a robe on.

"Alright, I'll talk to you soon," he pecks me on my cheek before leaving the room, with his scent still lingering in the air.

I don't know how long I stood there trying to think out a possible explanation to comfort myself with, but I am brought out from my thoughts when Laura marches into the room, awkwardly clearing her throat as she did.

"Oh my God! You slept with him?" She squeals.

"Yes." I reply casually, and turn to walk towards my closet.

Laura blocks my way, her mouth opens wide enough for a swam of bees to fly in.

"You guys slept together?" She asked again, looking at me inquisitively.

I quirk a brow, "Yes." I answer again.

"How was it?" She asks, eagerly.

"How was what?"

"You know," she wriggles her brows.

I roll my eyes.

What's the big deal about us sleeping together?

"Painful sweet? Or —"

I stop her before she can continue. Now I get  the kind of sleeping she is talking about.

"It was warm, fuzzy and awfully sweet."

She cocks her head to the side, trying to assimilate what I just said.

"Warm, fuzzy, sweet?" She asks confused.

"Laura, we didn't sleep together." I shake my head, "We slept together." I wave my hand dismissively.

"So you mean to tell me that you were in bed with honky he man and nothing happened?"

"Yes."

"Who are you?"

I narrow my eyes, hiss and walk out, slightly bumping into her with my shoulders as I do.

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I stand outside the university's library, after a tiring lecture filled day, searching for any sign of Laura's car, but I see none.

I take out my phone and dial her number, but it goes straight to voicemail.

"Hello, you have reached the voicemail of a very important person. Please leave a message if  and only if it's important to this important person." I hear Laura's recorded voice say and I groan.

"Hey Laura! I don't know where you are, but I sure hope you haven't forgotten about me. I'm at the school library. Please come get me." I say, then end the call.

I let out an exasperated breath once I slide my phone back into my bag.

Just great! The one time I take my car to the shop and accept Laura's help to drive me around, she just had to forget.
I sit on the stairs outside the building, take out a book from my bag and begin to read it.

I don't know how long I had been sitting there, but time flew and soon the bright sky begins to darken.

I take out my phone and immediately dial Scott. It rings for a while but he doesn't pick, I try again but still no answer.
Why wouldn't he be picking his calls? No, I refuse to be that paranoid girlfriend who freaks out when her man doesn't pick up.

I mean, it's Scott he would have a good reason.

I tuck a loose strand of my hair behind my ear and think of who to call next.

Marisol?  Has a date with Harry.

Yes the two of them finally decided to set aside their love-hate drama and go out like two responsible, well behaved human beings.

I scroll further down my contact list and sigh when I see nothing but family and some old friends I haven't talked in a long while.
I really need to know more people.

Then a name appears on the list and I stop.

Sean?

I haven't spoken to him since he 'congratulated me' and started airing my messages. So what makes me think he'll leave his office and drive down just to give me a lift?
I shut my eyes tightly and tap the green call button on my screen.

Ah wait! A taxi! The answer to all my problems.

I'm about to cut the call but the phone vibrates, indicating that it has been answered.

For a moment I say nothing but listen to his calm breathing on the other side of the line.

"Hey."

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" He teases, but his voice sounds indifferent.

"Can I ask for a favour?"

"Why don't you ask Scott for a favour?"

I sigh. So he's mad?

"I know we are not on great terms and I don't know why—" I begin.

"—We are on excellent terms." He completes for me. "That I asked about your boyfriend is just a friendly thing to do." He says, his tone a mocking one.

"Well, why not do me this favour, friend." I say, trying not to loose my composure.

I knew calling him is a mistake.

"You know what? Never mind. I'll just call a taxi." I mumble and end the call, ignoring Sean's little protests.

Before I can finish gathering up my things from the stairs and not more than a minute after my conservation with Sean, my phone starts ringing with his caller ID popping up on the screen.

I reluctantly answer.

"I'll be there in five." He says in an authoritative tone that left me speechless. He ends the call right after.

He'll be here in five?  He doesn't even know where I'm at.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

Who do you think Scott was talking to on the phone?
Was it another girl or is Kat just overreacting for nothing?