SINS (Completed)

UNEXPECTED LIASIONS

I walk out of Ms. Xavier's office, after talking about my internship. I needed to sort my class timings. She did express a concern about the company too, seeing as it carried the Scott name, but we both worked our way to reason through it.

As per the tie-up between the college and the interning companies, I will have to work till lunch, and post lunch I will have to attend classes. Reduced in number, but still classes. I'm already tired in my mind.

I yawn. I didn't get much sleep last night, because of course Lily wouldn't stop after one movie. We were up till four in the morning, and I kind of wondered if I should even bother going to sleep at all, because waking up now would be all the more deadly.

I did. If I'd get two minutes of sleep time, I'd sleep. But the waking up was the death of me.

Mid movie number two, Lily finally spilled the beans. And what she said made me re-question, 'why some boys never understand in a lifetime how to treat lady right.'

Steve was acting out.

Lily said that something was wrong, and he had been acting distant and weird. She didn't think it was something serious which is why she didn't tell me. But I could see it was affecting her pretty much. So I asked her to talk to him, and clear things out. And that was where she was right now.

*

Liliana

I stride towards the field in rushed steps, the wind hitting me hard. Fuck, I'm so sleepy. Though I won't say I didn't enjoy every bit of it. One direction, Shawn AND BTS, I had the best night.

I didn't see that coming, though. Tessa Young, I shrug. This is why I tolerate your OCDing ass, cause you're a sweetheart. And if it wouldn't have been for her, I wouldn't be bothering to talk to Steve. I don't know what the fuck is wrong in his head.

Today I'm going to ask him straight and square, whatever is his-

My steps halt in place, as I register the scene before me. Steve, was making out with someone.

I watch in tearing silence, a lump arising in my throat. It's like- like my body systems won't function, and my brain is so involved in feeling the pain that it doesn't give me a method to respond.

I feel like marching over and slapping the hell out of both of them and- but- I don't-

I don't know, fucking why I just don't feel a drop of energy inside me. I can't understand what to do, so I simply wobble away like a coward.

I enter one of the empty locker rooms nearest to the field and sit down on the middle bench, plated in red fibre. I breathe heavily through my mouth, my head blaring in a strange ache and I sit for minutes, doing nothing.

I feel sick. At him and myself. And I feel so frustrated that I cannot handle this properly. I have to drop fucking tears for that jerk. I feel pathetic.

But it does hurt.

I hear the door creak lightly, and I quickly rub my face with my palm. I don't hear a sound for the longest time, making me wonder who it is. I keep looking down, my hair partially covering my face. Someone sits beside me carefully, and I fidget with my fingers, trying to distract myself from breaking down.

"What is it, Preston?" I turn at his voice, looking at him in surprise.

He is looking straight ahead, with a neutral face, and I'm actually glad that he isn't looking directly at me like this.

"What- are you doing here?" I croak out and he looks down at the floor, his hands fisted together with his elbows resting on his knees.

"I'm here asking you what freshly novel mess you fell into now?" I think it might have been sarcastic, but it didn't feel like he intended it. Of course he talks like this always.