Amy was so out of it. She couldnât believe sheâd just said those words. And in front of her unborn baby too! What if her little bump could hear her? But she was just so frustrated and upset, and she didnât know what to do with these intense emotions right now, except letting them out, and that didnât even work for her. She looked over at Leo when he spoke her name, and she dropped her other hand to join the first one on her small bump. It was stupid, but she sort of felt like she could protect it that way.
Tears had begun pushing at her, but she was stubbornly holding them in. She didnât even know what she was crying about, for Christâs sake! She was angry, not sad. But then, she was frustrated beyond compare. Frustrated with her situation and pregnancy, frustrated with Leo, and frustrated with Katia, a woman who she didnât actually know. It was all such a mess she could hardly describe it to herself, much less anyone else. She needed to talk to a woman. She loved Leo, and he meant the world to her, but there were certain things he just⊠didnât get.
She sighed when Leo walked up to her, putting an arm around her, his other hand moving to rest on her small bump. Amy closed her eyes briefly, calming herself. All this arguing and panic wasnât good for the baby, after all. She shook her head though, nearly giving up on her, when he chose to focus on the episode with Chris. She had only drawn in Chris to help Leo see how all of this with Katia made her feel. Obviously he couldnât grasp that. Ugh, why was he being so⊠pigheaded about this whole deal? Couldnât he just understand her and take her side and⊠kick the brunette out? Oh, that was so cruel. Why was she thinking like that?! What was wrong with her?
Perhaps it was a motherly thing; after all, Amy wanted to protect her family. If she lost Leo to Katia, she wouldnât know what to do with herselfâŠor her baby. She opened one eye to glare at him half-heartedly when he spoke of Katia merely being injured. âHow long is a âlittle whileâ, Leo?â she asked him, her voice telling him she expected a short, while also honest, answer. She didnât want to see Katia putting her greedy claws on her man. Ugh, again with the bitchiness! She shook her head, looking down at their hands on her stomach when he kissed her forehead. She silently told herself not to react to it.
He was trying to calm her down, and it really only served to piss her off all the more, but she tried to keep it in. However, it was just beneath the surface, boiling. At his next words though, Amy scrambled back, away from him, out of range, gaping at him. He had been the one who had wanted it? She had run out on him? He had wanted to date her? What if Katia hadnât run? Would they have been together now? Her heart skipped a beat in fright, and she was hurt all over again. Finally, tears burst from her, trailing aimlessly down her cheeks, as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with anger and sadness.
They had unfinished business. If he had been the one to want it before, what would stop him from coming to want it again? And this time⊠she had come to him. She hugged her baby bump, taking another step away from him, which only caused her to bump against the wall as she silently sobbed, her breathing pattern uneven as she did. She couldnât take this. It hurt, and so, as her legs began shaking, Amy sank to the ground, pulling up her legs, arms wrapping around them. It protected the bump better. She put her forehead against her knees, the sobs raking her body.
Her emotions were incredibly heightened, and so to some, Amy might be overreacting, but it seemed this pregnancy was going to rule her life for a while.
As Amy cried, she began speaking to him, her voice weak, but she was on the verge of screaming at him. Flat out screaming. She didnât yet though.
âLeo, I canât do this,â she choked out between sobs, âI canât⊠canât look at her every day, knowing you have unfinished business⊠knowing you wanted to be with her back then⊠knowing she was the only reason you werenât. I⊠I canât.â She hugged her knees tighter, not looking up at him as she weakly whispered, âI canât lose you. P-please donât make me be around her, Leo. Please.â
When the girls left, Lulu only managing a stuttered apology, which had caused a slight sigh to escape him, and Jess, well, her comments werenât unlike her, so heâd merely smirked at her, replying with a simple âgood guys always finish last, baby.â Then heâd shut the door behind her and looked to Jackon, not entirely sure what he wanted to do, except keep the guy around for him to explain himself, not that he was yet entirely sure what he wanted to say. Surprisingly he felt really bad about this whole situation. Mainly because he knew it hurt Jackson, which in turn pissed him off. In some ways, Drake thought Jacksonâs expression a little comical.
He was on the bed, still as stone, glaring at the wall ahead of him, completely naked. Drake was about to get the guyâs duvet, but stilled when Jackson spoke, his voice uncharacteristically harsh. Drake raised an eyebrow, glancing at him. âNo.â He then simply replied, picking up the duvet and throwing it onto Jackson, a part of him getting that jacksonâs situation was plenty embarrassing without the nudity too. But he wasnât unlocking him just yet. Why? Well, it was simple: Drake knew Jackson would run out on him, and he needed to talk to him, which itself was a little odd. Drake didnât usually give enough fucks to explain himself and his actions, but Jacksonâs anger irked him a little.
Really, the guy was acting like Drake was hitting on his girlfriend. He was acting as though Drake had known of Jacksonâs emotions when heâd begun having his own for Lulu, when in fact⊠Drake hadnât even known Jackson when he started having feelings for Lulu, and now he was supposed to do what? Be unselfish and let her go? He would have, if that was what Lulu wanted, but it wasnât. Drake didnât quite see how Jacksonâs claim on the girl was any bigger than his own. By chance, Drake and Jackson had become friends, good friend incidentally, but it seemed Jackson was going to blame Drake for actually having some semblance of feelings for once.
That surprisingly got to him, so when Jackson spoke again, his head falling back onto the pillow, Drake frowned, throwing the duvet on top of the guy. His tone was cold as he said âI know. I just donât give a fuck,â in reply, finally looking wholly at the man heâd begun considering a friend. He sat down on his own bed then, still looking at Jackson as he continued. âYouâre pissed about what exactly? That I brought Lulu here? That I happen to spend time with her?â He raised an eyebrow, placing the keys on the nightstand. Jackson wasnât going anywhere until theyâd resolved this. Drake wasnât going to live with someone who potentially wanted to kill him.
âIf itâs the first, I didnât have much of a choice. My sister blew up her door; the room, her bed, her things â everything, is filled with splinters, and she was drunk off her ass last night. Leaving her to her own devices in there wouldâve probably ended badly. Itâs not as if we did anything in here. We slept next to each other. Thatâs it.â He continued, not giving Jackson the chance to cut in. âas for the latter, you need to get through your thick skull that Iâm not using her. Nor am I spending time with her simply to get to you. I knew Lulu long before I ever met you and found out you have feelings for her. I actually care about the girl, which, frankly, is almost as rare as a polar bear in Arizona. And she was upset yesterday, which you know.â
He shook his head, sighing. âYouâre acting as though Iâm stealing your girlfriend, which Iâm not. So get your head out of your ass.â Drake was being surprisingly blunt and straight with Jackson at present, which was another rare sight, but he figured he needed to talk some sense into the head of his friend. And hell, this was all the effort Drake was going to make. If it didnât work â if Jackson was too self absorbed to understand Drakeâs dilemma in this, then⊠well, then heâd simply have a friend less. Itâd suck, but heâd live. He wasnât really a fan of partaking in drama. Heâd much rather start it, and then watch from the sidelines.
Maxâs hands in her hair were so relaxing, she almost dozed off. Sheâd closed her eyes and was humming slightly in sign of relaxation, her muscles incredibly comfortable. This was quite enjoyable, and she rather needed it. Maybe she should treat herself to a day at the spa or something? This night and morning with Max had done a lot for her alone. She didnât know why, although maybe it was because Max cared. She didnât have, nor did she want, a lot of people to care about her, but knowing that Max liked her for who she was, well⊠it was a little satisfying.
Soon, however, his hands began exploring her skin and that was when thoughts of Jay hit her, causing her to tense up, all of her relaxed state of mind completely forgotten. Sweet memories of the two together in the shower almost caused tears to run down her peach-coloured cheeks, but she refrained, instead merely remaining rigid, her hands clenched at her sides in a stubborn attempt not to cry. Sheâd cried enough. He didnât deserve her tears if he could do that to her⊠if he could actually fuck someone else. These thoughts had been the only things able to bring her to do what she had with Max.
Sex was therapy, and Max was a god in bed. Ergo: one very damned good psychologist, which was funny considering his job. It didnât take her long to decide that she needed some sort of distraction, and so, her voice reflecting her current mood, she spoke, simply saying that they should repeat this: the two of them fucking, the sleeping together. It had been nice, and rather therapeutic. Most likely because it had given her something other than Jay to think about.
When Max replied to her, her name on his tongue filled with worried inquiry, she almost wanted to slap herself. Why hadnât she just kept her mouth shut? Sheâd just had to say something, alluding him to her feelings and thoughts at present. It bugged the fuck out of her. Why did she have to be such a bloody idiot? She sighed when his hands began massaging her tense shoulders. She didnât even want to reply, and so, she kept quiet. Right up until his hand moved to cup her face, turning it slightly towards him. She opened her eyes, her thick lashes fluttering.
She snorted at his words. He sounded so worried, and so diplomatic; careful, most likely wary of her reaction. He was talking to her as one would talk to a hungry lion about to attack. She had no actual expression on her face. In fact, she had no actual expression on the inside even. It was like she had suddenly slid into numbness. She sighed openly when he asked her whether she was aware that she could talk to him, and she turned around to face him, stepping fully into the water. She put her arms around his neck and closed her eyes as she leaned her head back, letting the water wash out most of the soap in her hair.
After a little while in silence, she straightened, eyes opening to look at him once more before he finally spoke, her eyes not quite readable. Most likely because Corâs emotions were in turmoil â a turmoil she could not even access through the numbness. âMax,â she finally began, keeping her voice calm, but she couldnât quite keep the pain out of the way she spoke. âI just lost the only guy Iâve ever loved. He left the party with a bitch, who I know sleeps around.â
âHe was angry with me, and looking to get back at me for something I never did. He also happens to have been the sender of both note and condom. He wants to keep playing games, to keep hurting me, and Iâm sick of it. So itâs going to be a while âtill Iâm feeling âokayâ again, alright? Asking me is redundant, because no⊠Iâm not okay. I feel like tearing my heart out of my chest would be less painful than this, and Iâm constantly fighting the urge to tear everything around me apart.â
She took a deep breath. Cor was being blunt, the only way she knew how to deal with things, even though she wanted to die, standing here being vulnerable. At the same time, though, Cor felt like Max had seen plenty already, so really, explaining all of this to him couldnât possibly make things any worse. Heâd seen her crying, for christâs sake. Cor could count the amount of times anyone had ever seen her crying on one hand, and the majority of those had been when she was a kid.
She looked at Maxâs chest for a little while, clearly wanting to say something more, but not quite sure how. Then, finally she looked back up at him, her hands moved to rest on his chest now. âNever had sex with anyone but him in the shower. Never showered with anyone but him.â Her voice was rather quiet, and though she didnât want to be telling this to Max, she sort of knew she needed to. Not because of him, but because part of her recognized that if she was going to use Max the way she wanted to, he needed to at least know what he was dealing with,
And okay, maybe she did care about him... a little.
Chase nodded thoughtfully, chewing on a bite of apple as he listened to Amber speaking of her book. Heâd hoped for something a little more academic, but looking at her, he could see the intelligence glimmering in her eyes, and so it stopped mattering to him. He wasnât himself a huge bookworm, but he remained a smart guy, and so he didnât expect girls to be either. It had merely been an indicator. And now, well, now he was a little interested as to her thought processes. If someone wrote down their thoughts, there was usually a particular reason for it, and that piqued his interest further.
He sunk another bite of the apple, and smiled at her when she asked him about his arrival, noting that she hadnât seen him before. He hadnât missed the fact that her lips had seemed to become redder all by themselves and he made a note to himself about asking her how that worked. He assumed it was part of her powers. Again, so weird seeing that stuff displayed so openly. He was having a bit of difficulty figuring out what her power might be, but he was rather fascinated. Not that he dwelled on it for long, instead preferring to answer her question like was proper and polite. He couldnât just let her hanging simply because her lips had caught his attention⊠in more than one way. He was a young man, after all, and she was rather beautiful.
He only just started with a âwell, IâŠâ when her phone buzzed and she moved to check it. He immediately paused, his eyebrows raised just enough to be noticeable. She was checking her texts? Well, he told him as he regained his friendly smile, maybe she was just checking in case it was important. See, as Chase had been raised by two elderly people, the concept of cellphones had always been a little odd to them, and since he and his sister had never actually gone to a normal school while being old enough to have them, the rules had always seemed normal to him. And so, Chase considered it rather rude to be texting while in conversation with someone else. It showed a lack of interest, and it usually resulted in a decrease in the amount of attention given.
However, he recognized that maybe Amber simply had another take on this, and he didnât really expect everyone to be the same way as him. He was just⊠having troubles shaking off the strict upbringing. He was determined to try, however. Chase had decided to try to school-thing, after⊠well, after being forced to, but well, he never did anyways half ways. He was going to try this and see it through. And he was going to learn in the process.
However, when she started typing, his toes curled. It was an involuntary reaction, and he wanted more than anything to be completely chill about this, because honestly he was starting to feel like a snob, which he wasnât. There were just⊠certain things he couldnât quite take and it was almost enough to quit the conversation then and there. Obviously she didnât really have much of an interest, and he wasnât about to push an unwilling girl in any direction. Hmm, maybe she was a pushover after all. He tilted his head to the side a little, regarding her curiously. All the while, he merely kept eating his apple.
Then, finally, she put her phone away and looked at him once more. Well, at least she apologized. And he didnât really know what it had been about. Maybe she had a sick mother or something. He inwardly nodded to himself, deciding to forgive and forget, and so he smiled at Amber, putting his apple core into the nearby trashcan. He couldnât help a little chuckle when she mentioned Sky though. âSky, you say? Unless we have more than one Sky on campus, I believe heâs my roommate.â
He smiled at her before continuing, âregarding your previous question⊠yes, Iâm rather new. I arrived during the party yesterday, but my sister and I decided to unpack and unwind after the long drive instead of joining everyone.â He chuckled, remembering Sky and his companion. âAlthough it seems we were missing out?â He couldnât help it; he was actually rather curious. Maybe his roommate was merely the type who had fun no matter where he was. He seemed the type.
Rebecca thought over Katiaâs explanation for her lacking classes on Mondays, and tilting her head slightly, she considered it. She supposed it was a possibility, but it didnât really sound like the headmaster she knew. Leo had always been very thorough with these things as far as she knew, and she couldnât quite imagine him changing the schedules again in a couple of days due to a new teacher putting Dance on the schedules. It would mess things up as they were changing schedules today. And so, concluding on that in her thoughts, she shrugged and sent a small smile in Katiaâs direction. âSuppose so, but maybe you should double check. Just to be sure. We all just got new schedules today.â Then she continued by telling Katia about Leoâs usual whereabouts.
Rebecca paused when Katia thanked her, and she looked over at the brunette female, thinking without a remotely readable mien. She smiled in a surprisingly friendly manner when Katia attempted to elaborate, and feeling the womanâs discomfort with it, Rebecca brushed her off with a gesture. âDonât worry about it.â She began, shrugging with her smile still present. âReally, itâs okay to need a bit of help once in a while. And youâre welcome.â She took the bottle of pills from Katia and put it back where she found it, closing and locking the cabinet. She wasnât about to leave it around for students to get their hands on.
She looked around her, scanning the room. Sheâd removed the glass, locked up the cabinets. That left the pills out and about. She didnât even know which went where and, well⊠Amy would notice different jars for them in any case. Her eyes soon went back to Katia, however, and she sighed when she was thanked for her discretion. However, she remained quiet as Katia began moving forwards, her legs a little too unsteady, but at least moving and she could stand upright on her own, so that was definitely improvement. She could see the relieve on Katiaâs face and so, she decided to inform the woman of her own thoughts on this.
âI have to tell Amy something. You know that, right?â she looked Katia straight in the eyes, taking a stance in this for once. She had let the other run the show a little, because⊠well, Rebecca wouldâve probably felt bad if she hadnât helped her some in this situation. âSheâll notice the broken glass jars, the pills on the counter, the bottles rearranged in the cabinets and so forth. That wouldnât really result in anything good for anyone.â She smiled apologetically. âSo as much as I want to respect your wish of secrecy, itâs simply not entire possible. Well, either that, or you say something yourself. That way only what you want her to know, will be revealed.â
She was really trying to compromise with this woman, wanting to make sure no one got the sucky end of this. Which was a little weird. Rebecca usually wasnât the type to pay that much attention to others. She wouldâve most likely just gone to Amy herself without much consideration towards the stranger who had broken into the medical room. Maybe it was Katiaâs blunt honesty that had earned her the blondeâs grudging respect, and on some level she knew Katia had told her more than she had told most others, and Rebecca didnât wish to break that trust. Well, not particularly.
With Katiaâs following words, Rebecca smiled, eyes landing on the stray pills on the counter once more. âI hope so. Although mostly for your own sake. This whole deal doesnât exactly look comfortable.â The blonde checked the clock on her wrist, making sure she wasnât in a hurry⊠which she still wasnât. She had time before class. Her students would simply have to wait outside the classroom until she arrived. She wouldnât be late in any case. She just wouldnât be half an hour early either. She then looked back at Katia, adding a âyou okay to walk properly now?â