Zyron's POV
The morning arrived…
I rose slowly from the bed, groaning as I touched my head.
The pain was truly awful.
I blinked hard, trying to see clearly in the light.
This space felt unknown.
My pulse jumped a bit.
Where… where could I be?
I looked down fast—then stopped.
I had no clothes at all.
Just a blanket hid me.
Fear crept up as I looked around, recalling last night. My clothes were gone—but not my jeans, seen balled on the floor. I grabbed them fast and wore them, my mind in overdrive.
I left the bed to seek my shirt, my shoes. My shoes sat still on a wooden seat. As I went that way, I saw something odd.
A bra. On the chair's back.
What is all this? !
"You're awake," a soft voice said behind me now.
I spun around fast.
A girl stood there—dark curly hair, pale skin, brown eyes, soft lips. She wore my school shirt, holding breakfast and coffee.
"Who exactly are you? Why wear my shirt? " I asked, totally lost.
"You truly can't recall what happened last night? " she asked, head tilted.
I shook my head and touched my head. "No… my head hurts so much. "
"Sit down first," she said softly. "I have food, coffee, and something for your bad headache. "
Too tired to fight, I went back to the bed and sat. Still tight, still lost.
"You have to answer me," I said, staring right at her.
She breathed out and gave a kind grin. "Sure. I am Savannah, just call me Sav. I hung out with pals at a bar last night. That's where I spotted you; so inebriated and drooping by the bar. I checked if you came with someone, but the guy said you were solo. "
I hushed, focusing all my attention.
"I couldn't just leave you there," she went on. "You seemed half alive. I tried rousing you, but you just babbled gibberish. I asked your address, but you couldn't speak. Thus… I took you here. To my apartment. "
I gulped. "Right, but… why wear my work clothes? "
Savannah grinned softly, looking uneasy.
"I dirtied my shirt helping you stand. I took your shirt to get comfy while sleeping. Hope that's fine. "
I paused, then asked what was troubling me:
"Did we… do stuff last night? "
She blinked once, then shook her head.
"Nope. You fainted almost right away. I helped you lie down to rest easy… then you seized my hand and kissed me."
I stopped. "I… did that maybe? "
She nodded once. "Do not fret. Nothing else occurred. We felt weary. Then you passed out."
A wave of comfort washed over me.
"My bad. That was not okay to do."
"It's fine," she spoke nicely. "You seemed tipsy, and I knew you didn't mean it."
I felt awkward, and glanced away.
"Um… could I get my shirt now? "
She chuckled softly. "For sure. " She rose, holding the tray, and went to the washroom. "I'll change there now."
"Great. "
I sat still as my head throbbed. I messed up my hair as I tried to understand it all. I loathed the disarray—especially if I couldn't recall doing it.
Then… recollections returned to me.
Past Event
I exited the stage after the performance. The lights stung my eyes. The crowd cheered loudly.
"Hey! "
I turned to Jude, who had a big smile.
"Thanks, pal. I appreciate it," he said as he tapped my back.
"No worries," was my reply. Then, I noticed Trixy's folks, Auntie Mae and Uncle Kyle, looking proud. I came closer to them, smiling gently.
"Hi, Auntie and Uncle. "
"You're awesome, Zyron! " Auntie Mae said happily. "Your singing and guitar skills are great! "
I laughed softly. "It's been so long since my last show like this. I almost forgot the feeling. "
"Oh, really? " Uncle Kyle arched his brow high. "You were just totally awesome there. "
"Thank you. Where did Trixy run off to? I wanted to wish her good luck before she plays. "
"She's in the back with the other band members," Uncle Kyle spoke out in reply.
"I'll go back there right now," I said with a small, sudden little bow.
I moved to go backstage. I heard voices loud. I stopped behind the curtain, knowing who they were.
Trixy. Sydnee. And also Phoebe.
They were talking about… yours truly.
"I saw him look at you sing," Sydnee said, with a little tease.
Trixy sounded careful. "So what if he looked right at me then? "
"His eyes were saying secrets," Sydnee said, as she pressed. "Like he sang only to you."
"That's quite ridiculous now."
"Are you blind, can't see it? He likes you, Trix, it's true. "
Trixy laughed—sharp and a bit tense.
"Just because he glanced at me means zero. We're just the best friends, that is all."
Sydnee didn't give up. "That look… was no friendship, friend. "
"But we said we'd stay just friends," Trixy's voice went lower. "We'd be just friends, and no more. "
I quietly took one step back now.
That was truly enough now.
Best friends. Just nothing more now.
Maybe that's all we might ever be.
I turned and walked far away there.
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End of Flashback
"Here's your uniform, dear," Savannah gently said, yanking me back to today.
She was now dressed neat and holding out my school polo, nice and folded. I stood and walked to her.
"Thank you," I then spoke, reaching to take it. I put it on fast.
"Want me to get it cleaned, and then bring it back later? " she now asked.
I shook my head. "No, it's okay. I'll handle it. And… I must go now. I have my class today. "
"If you'd like, I can give you a ride? I also attend Austen, so we could travel in tandem," she proposed.
I blinked, startled. "You go there as well? "
She bobbed her head. "Yep."
"I'll grab a taxi for now. I'll get my car from the bar later," I blurted back.
I desired solitude.
I was desperate for air.
I had to gather my thoughts.
"Okay," she whispered gently. "Be safe then. "
I nodded once, offered a brief, forced smile, and moved toward the exit. My fingers wobbled as I gripped the knob.
"I… I really must leave," I declared, stepping into the hallway.
The door clicked closed behind me.
And like that, I found myself on my own again.
With a pulsing headache, a crumpled outfit, and a turmoil of emotions I didn't quite know how to untangle.