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I clench my eyes shut trying not to focus on him-thrusting his hips forward, up and down, making sure to know he really is affected.- I shake my head desperately trying to get those thoughts out my head.
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"He was really drunk and I think high too. It's not that big of a deal guys." I said not looking in their eyes.
"What? So you think this isn't something you should've told us, Z?" She yelled. "That just gives you another reason you shouldn't be with him. Zariah, open your fucking eyes. He hit you."
"It was my fault. I was starting a fight I would lose. We started screaming and things were thrown. He only pushed me around a little and...slapped me once."
"Are you fucking serious? Are you kidding me? He put his HANDS on you." Elizabeth states. "There is absolutely no excuse for that and you know it."
"Listen, we have to get to class okay? I don't wanna talk about it." I ignored her last statement.
They both look at each other having their fucking telepathy conversation or some shit.
I don't understand either.
After 5 seconds they looked at me with a stone cold glare. "Oh no, oh no no. I'm out." I turn around quickly before they can say anything. When they start calling my name, I start running.
"ZARIAH, THIS CONVERSATION IS NOT OVER!"
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I open the door to get inside the school panting. Their going to kill me. Once I get inside, a wave of social anxiety spreads over me and I look down right away.
I watch my feet as I walk down the hallway making sure not to bump into anyone.
Social anxiety is hard as hell. I throw up everytime I even think of making a presentation for class. Or getting a partner that wants to do some of the work. I just hate having to reintroduce myself to people, and I hate not knowing what they think of me.
I open the door for my first class which I am at least 10 minutes late for. Philosophy. When I walked in, I could feel the stares on me. "Nice of you to join us, Ms. Martinez." I blush profusely.
"I'm sorry, Professor. It won't happen again." I state not looking him in the eye. I can't deal with the stares today please don't make a big deal out of it.
"Well Ms. Martinez, I would believe you if you look me in the face." You've got to be kidding me! I take a deep breath and look up. Goddamn, he's fine. Why did I not look up before? I blush as a reaction to what I was thinking.
