A/N: A short update for you guys! :)))
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Chapter 21.5

I shut my eyes close, feeling my own heartbeat.

After what happened earlier, I went straight home. I don't feel like partying anymore

The essence of my bedroom air makes me uneasy. If I could just forget what happened earlier, I would be smiling or laughing right now.

The problem is, I can't.

I don't know why but I just can't. Why do I even care in the first place? Is there something that I ate the made me feel bad?

Fucking feelings. Gosh! I'm like a girl!

My phone suddenly rang.

I flinched at the sound of my ringtone. My eyes focused at the screen of my phone.

'Xander is calling'

Shit! I forgot about Xander!

I tapped anwser and put it on speaker mode.

''Zac! Where the fuck are you?!' Xander screamed at the other line.

My ear drums went boomed for a second. He's really furious. I like it.

I can't really tell Xander about what really happened between me and Matt. I can't take the risk of him asking questions.

"Sorry dude. My head hurts so I went home early." I lied.

"Then why didn't you just text me or even just left me a voicemail?!" He asked with anger.

"Oh my fucking gosh Xander! I just told you that my head hurts! God, you're worse than my mom!" I argued.

I heard him scoffing on the other side.

"Fuck off Zac. You know, you should thank me for making sure that your balls are still hanging between your legs! You could be dead right now!" He argued back.

"Oh! You want me to thank you! FINE! Fucking thank you! Now leave me alone! You making my headache even worse!" I argued.

"Whatever. This conversation isn't over!" He quickly hang up.

"Fine! Some kind of bestfriend you are!" I shouted.

I throw my phone on my bed. I flopped down on my bed and sighed deeply. I closed my eyes and let the silence surround me.

I thought this night is the night to forget about all the problems but it seems the problems didn't forget about me.

Moments later, I let myself fall into a deep slumber. No matter how bad this day went, I still wish I haven't done those things to Matt.

His face appeared inside of my dreams. His facial features that is so breathtaking. His boring words never really seemed to bore me. His thoughtful ways of making things easier for us to do this damn project.

I never realized his efforts. My brain kept telling me to say sorry. I really feel awful.

All I can say now is...

"I hope you can forgive me."