Is it Love or Lust? [Student/Teacher] BIG CHANGE/REWRITING IS COMING SOON!

21 - Tampons, Ice Cream, and Girlish Screams

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                                  Chapter 21 - Tampons, Ice Cream, and Girlish Screams

I jerked awake as the bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch period. I felt pain radiating from below my abdomen. Damn. I saw Mrs. Williamson checking out a couple books for a student. I put my shoes back on, grabbing my bag before going to ask her a question.

“Hello, dearie. How was the nap?” She smiled up at me. I felt my own return one.

“It was good. What’s the date today?” She looked down at her computer.

“It’s the fourteenth.” Shit. I’m cramping.

“Thank you Mrs. Williamson.” I walked out after she waved goodbye. I walked to Rachel’s locker, hoping to find her there, and to my luck she was, and so was Tanton.

“Hey Rach, do you happen to have any tampons on you?”  Tanton looked at me with disgust on his face.

“That’s sick, Scar.”

“No what’s sick, is if you have a girlfriend who gets horny on her period.” Rachel piped up. Tanton and I both grimaced as we got what she meant. She handed me two tampons. “Do you want some pain meds too?” I nodded; my cramps would get worse within the hour. She dug out her bottle of pills and handed it to me. I went to the bathroom to use the tampons and pop the pills, just barely making it to my next class. As the day went on, I kept getting more and more tired. Damn, I need some iron. I happen to be anemic only when I’m on my period, I never understood it, but whatever. In my last class of the day, Mr. Anderson was pissing me off to no end. I was mentally throwing daggers at him, wishing to shut him up. After what seemed like a lifetime, the bell finally rang, once I felt elated that I could go home, I remembered that I would have to wait until everyone was gone before Chris and I could go. That realization made me want to cry. Damn, I get so emotional, I hate my period. I had half a mind to ask Jake for a ride home, not wanting to wait for Chris, but I didn’t want to go with Jake. I walked through the halls towards the library watching as students filed their way through the doors to their freedom. Sitting down at one of the tables, I got out my physics book to start on the project for the exam.

“Scarlett, wake up. Let’s go.” I opened my eyes to see I had fallen asleep on my physics book. I sat up with a paper sticking to my face. I pulled it off before gathering all the papers and stuffing them into my folder the throwing the folder and book into my bag. I stood up hoisting the bag onto my back, wincing. The pills have worn off. When we got to his car, I tossed my bag into the back seat before plopping down in the passenger seat. I brought my feet up onto the seat. Chris grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers together. I turned my head to look at him.

“Scarlett, what’s wrong?”

“Can we stop somewhere? I need to get some things.” He nodded. Despite the pain, I feel comfortable with him. I nearly fell asleep with his thumb rubbing circles on the back of my hand. I felt him shut the car off before pulling his hand away. I opened my eyes, getting out of the car. “You can stay here; it’ll only take me five minutes.” Before he could say anything, I was out of the car and walking to the door. Walking in, I felt Chris behind me as I was going towards the tampons. Stopping in front of all the brands, I couldn’t decide which to get. I only had twenty dollars, so I couldn’t go overboard. Chris got close before kissing the top of my head.

“I’m going to go get something; I’ll meet you up front.” I nodded. Seven dollars it is. Now, I need the iron. I walked around trying to find the pill supplements. I found it a couple isles over. I got the small bottle of 100 ct, 65 mg, and it’s four dollars, sweet. I decided to get some Midol. I went up front to pay for everything. The woman, who was checking me out, looked at me with sympathy.