Conflict of Interest

8. Mistakes

"C'mon, Y/n, you never miss class!"

"I went to training this morning, I'm not going to class," you say from your spot on your bed, looking up at Nina.

They fold their arms. "What's been up with you?"

"I don't feel well. It's probably just a virus, I'll be fine."

"Is that why I beat you in sprints today?"

"Yep, now go before you're late."

She huffs out a sigh. "Fine. I'll actually take notes so you're not behind."

"Thank you, Nin."

Nina nods, "No problem. Get some rest."

You give her a thumbs up and they head out of your room, making her way to class. You roll over onto your side, facing the wall that's just inches away.

Ever since Friday, when the incident happened (you can't bring yourself to admit what actually occurred, even just in your head), you've been a ball of emotions. Those were mostly anger, confusion, frustration, and disappointment. You're angry with yourself for what happened and with him for kicking you out. You're confused as to why he kicked you out in the first place, he acted like he wanted it. You're frustrated and disappointed in yourself for doing probably, no, definitely, the dumbest thing in your life.

But hey, at least you didn't actually sleep with your professor. That's something. Right?

You groan, burying your head into your pillow, pulling the cream colored covers up over your face.

A sick feeling has been washing over your body, mostly your stomach, probably anxiety and guilt, ever since your teacher fin... did what he did. So you weren't entirely lying to Nina when you said you didn't feel well.

You don't want to see him. Not now, not yet, probably not ever. You don't feel like getting out of bed, but you know you have to go to training in the mornings or it'll look bad on you. A good seven week coma sounds wonderful though. You wouldn't have to face Spencer Reid at all or even hear his name. No one could question you about why you're upset. You'd just be asleep for over almost two month. It's a dream really.

But you know you'll have to go back to class eventually. Just not today. Maybe you could drop his class entirely, work out a way to do it online. All you know is, you don't want to see Dr Reid's stupid ass (but really pretty) face again.

The image of his face over yours as he touches you plays in your mind. You try to force it out, repulsed (and slightly turned on) and angered by the thought. Your skin tingles with excitement at the memory. You groan aloud again and stand up, grabbing the strawberry melatonin gummies from your cabinet. You pop three of them and lay back down. Sleeping is the only way you can escape this embarrassing and frustrating feeling. Well, hopefully, dreams seem to not be your friend.

You eventually curl up and doze off into a forced sleep.

502 words.