All Chapters of IN BED WITH HER : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

DRE’S P.O.VWhen my bladder is full and I’m busting to pee, that’s when I force myself awake.My eyes are glum and swollen from last night’s tears and from the lack of sleep I’ve had. I tried to sleep, but sleep barely came. Each passing day, and every hour after Luke left, I’d wake up. I’ll look to my side to see if he came back, if he crawled back into my bed because the floor was hurting his back. I couldn’t stop checking his sleeping bag too, hoping I’d find him awake, staring right back at me. But he wasn’t there, he didn't come. Each time I closed my eyes after that, I’d see him on his knees, with his forehead pressed against my bed. His shoulders would shake with those ragged, desperate breaths from that night. I couldn't bare it, so I stayed awake.Luke wouldn’t come back. Why would he come here anyway? I’m the one who pushed him away. I pushed him, and now the one thing I’ve always hoped and prayed wouldn’t happen, finally has.I’ve lost Luke.My one and only best friend.My

DRE’S P.O.VRuth’s new car is a sleek little silver hatchback parked in the student lot, shiny enough under the afternoon sun.“Ruth! No way,” I say, genuinely smiling for the first time all day. I walk around it once, trailing my fingers over the hood. “When did this happen?”“Last weekend. My mum finally caved after I passed my test on the first try.” She grins, dangling the keys like a trophy. I’m so happy for her. For the past several days, Luke hasn’t been giving us rides. Not because he didn’t want to, but we had all gone radio silent on each other. It’ll be weird. So since then, Silver’s been driving me when she can, and mum too on the days Silver couldn’t. But I’m happy for Ruth—I really am.“That’s amazing. Seriously. You deserve this.”She unlocks the doors with a beep. “Hop in. And you can explain why you’re suddenly not feeling Cameron anymore.”“Ruth,” I groan, sliding into the passenger seat. The car smells of new leather and her vanilla air freshener. “I wasn’t feelin

DRE'S P.O.VThe date has actually been… nice. Shockingly nice.We started at this little Italian place downtown, with candlelight and very good pasta, even better wine, which I declined. I don’t trust myself with alcohol, and there’s just one person I trust to take care of me when I do drink.I told Cameron straight up before the appetisers even arrived: “I’m not looking for anything serious. Just a fun, no strings attached.”He’d grinned, leaned back in his chair, and said, “That’s exactly what he was looking for.”Cameron’s a really nice guy, and Ruth was right: he is quite fond of me.“You know, at the party, I thought you were one of the coolest people there. I really had fun talking to you."I barely even remember the conversation we had."Then, after it was over, you left. I was so upset couldn’t get your phone number,” he said as soon as the food came.“Really?”“Hell yeah,” he chuckles. “I got Ruth’s number from Diego, then yours from Ruth.”I smile lightly. “So how do you kno

LUKE’S P.O.V (One week ago) *I know you’re getting my calls; pick up, damn boy.* My father’s been in and out of town for a while. He never stays here for too long; he always prefers his life in the city, in the States, and mostly halfway across the world. It’s always been fine for me so far he’s anywhere where I’m not. But he’s here, and so it’s not fine. I already predicted the first thing he’d do once he couldn’t reach me. That’s why I made sure I was out of town before Devante and his men came to find me. I couldn’t be at the house, at school, or the local basketball court I used to hang out with Ian, Dre’s and Halle’s too. So the second practice is over, I head straight to my car to pick up my bag, which is packed with everything I need. Cash, two clean shirt a wristwatch, a bar of soap, a toothbrush, toothpaste, my new phone, my old phone and my charger. It’s all I need at the motel before my father grew tired of looking for me and called off the search. If he ever does.

DRE’S P.O.V (Present day) The sound of the door closing jolts me awake. I sit up so fast I almost fall out of the chair. I look to the sofa opposite me, and Luke’s gone— that makes me fall out of the chair, straight onto my ass. I rub my bruised elbow, scrambling to my feet. *He just left.* He can’t be that far ahead. I need to go after him right now. I’m still in last night’s date clothes—wrinkled top, jeans, the faint smell of churros and Cameron’s cologne clinging to me. My hair is a mess, my eyes are probably swollen from crying, but I don’t care. I grab my keys and bolt out the front door. The sky is still dark, the unrisen sun still hiding in the sky. Streetlights cast long, lonely shadows on the sidewalk, and the morning air bites cold against my skin, raising goosebumps, but I ignore it. Once I’m out the door, I look to the left—nothing. Just the empty pavement and a distant car humming somewhere blocks away. To the right—still no sign of Luke. “Damn it, Luke,” I m