Inside Of Her Mind

Chapter Five

WARNING - SLIGHT SEXUAL WRITING FOLLOWS. 

I step inside the classroom, immediately calmed by the smell of lavender that engulfs my senses. Ah, Professor Rostire really knows how to brighten up a room. With a new smile on my face, I push through the rows, darting past people's feet. With my backpack straps tightly in hand, I sit down in the seat I always do.

"You slapped me." Cole dares to speak from beside me as I set down my brown backpack on the floor. The last thing I want is to talk to him, but engaging a bit can't hurt.

"Yep."

"Why?" It sounds like more of a demand than a question, like I'm not allowed to provide no answer.

"Because you were being an ass."

"I was not, I was drunk, give me a break." He whispers, scoffing at the end of his sentence.

Drunk? Really. That explains it. God, alcohol gives people some nerve.

"That's not an excuse to be an ass."

"You don't even know me, how can you judge me?"

"You don't even know me, so why did you want me to kiss you?"

"I just told you I was fucking drunk, do you listen?"

"Maybe you should lay off the beer then." He says more of, "you wanted this and you said that" but to hell with listening to his rant of excuses. Being a dick doesn't have any excuse for me. Now I'm just wondering where Ciarra is.

I stare at the empty seat to the right of me, scrunching my eyebrows. She's always here. Of course she leaves me here alone the day after the whole situation.

I roll my eyes, sighing, and melting into the chair. If I could just dissolve into the words in the books I would be in heaven. My mind drifts me to a fantasy land, a land with my favorite characters like Emma, and Elizabeth.

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Pain swells to my shoulder and I jolt awake, my heart beating out of my chest.

"Thank god the sleeping beauty is awake." My vision is blurry, watching Cole run a hand through his curls. I yawn, stretching out my arms. My elbow hits the chair handle but I brush it off, sitting up straight. When I look around, the hall is completely empty.

"Did I sleep through the class?" Panic rushes through me and I stand to my feet, reaching down and throwing my bag over my shoulder. I rub my temples, looking down.

"Oh, shit, oh shit. What did we do?" I throw my arms up, looking Cole straight in the eyes, "I have no idea what we did! No, no, no- what's for homework." I CANNOT fail this class. Or this grade. Or anything at all. Oh, no....

Cole chuckles, reaching up to push my hands down, "Beck, you're fine. I mean, you can come over to my dorm if you want to. To do the work, of course." His wink makes me sick. God, the nerve this guy has is baffling.

"No, it's fine, I'll just text Samira." Just the fact alone that he thought I'd even consider going to his place is worrying, like I didn't already make it clear enough that I want nothing to do with him. The look in his eyes makes me wanna puke, like he's hurt, someone get this man an oscar.

"Fine." He barely squeaks out, resting his head in his hand. I roll my eyes, sitting up to pull my phone from my back pocket. Shit, I hope it isn't crushed.

I brush against the surface of the phone, getting all the little bits of dust that are always there off. Clicking a few times, grunting at the dumb phone another few times and... boom... dialling Samira. I remember when she gave me her number, right after the coffee meet-up, this is the first time I'm even calling her though.