Flowers & Bruises

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

         “What do you have to say for yourself?” He asks, accusingly.

        “What are you talking about, Liam?”

        “Don’t play stupid, Char. You know exactly what I’m talking about!”

        I let out a laugh, more similar to that of a scoff.

        “Actually,” I state, “I don’t. And if you’ll excuse me, I was on my way to the bathroom before you decided to pull me in here, so I’ll just be leaving.”

        “I’m not done talking to you!”

        “Well, I’m done listening,” I mutter.

        I go to step around him, and my fingers barely brush the door handle when I feel Liam’s strong hand lock around my wrist and pull me back to prevent me from leaving. He turns my body to face him, and then he grabs my other wrist too.

        “Did you screw Adam?” He asks with disgust all over his face.

        “What?!” I shout, my eyes growing wide.

        “I said, did you screw Adam?” He repeats angrily.

        “No! He slept in my room one time. Slept.”

        “Where did he sleep?” He asks, raising his eyebrows in a suspicious manner.

        I roll my eyes, trying to ignore the pain from him holding my wrists so tightly.

        “On the floor!”

        He loosens his grip, and his eyes visibly soften because he believes me. Or at least I hope he does. I had never slept with Adam, or anyone else for that matter. Only Liam.

        “Are you sure you didn’t sleep with him?”

        “Liam, listen to yourself!” I yell, “I’m pretty sure I would know if I had slept with somebody!”

        I shove him off of me because I couldn’t stand being insulted in that way. He had basically called me a slut and accused me of sleeping around before I met him. I’d even told him that I was a virgin before we slept together. He believed me then, why didn’t he now? I don’t think I’ve done anything to make him question my morals.

        “What’s your problem?” He questions.

        “What’s my problem?” I ask incredulously. “I’ll tell you what my problem is—”

        Suddenly the door handle to the janitor’s closet starts rattling, and I’m cut off because Liam has his hand over my mouth. He tells me to be quiet while we both stare intently at the door.

        “Damn it, where are my keys?” Our school janitor, Meyer, asks himself on the other side of door.

        We hear the squeaking of his boots as he walks away, presumably to his office to grab the key. Liam removes his hand from over my mouth and I just stare at him as my anger dissipates into irritation. I can’t stand to look at him any longer, so I exit the janitor’s closet and go to my locker.

        I grab the books I need and put away the ones I don’t. I zip up my backpack, and then slam the locker door shut. I jump in surprise because Liam is leaning against the other lockers. I hadn’t noticed him because my locker door was in the way. He’s wearing an expression of regret and I find myself being drawn back into him by his blue eyes.