More Issues Than Crimson (Sequel)

Chapter Seven

Dedicated to esemeagbuza Thanks for reminding me I have a book to write♥♥

~°JENNIFER°~

I swallow the hard lump in my throat, biting my lips to keep the tears in. They slip down my face to the pillow and I hug my duvet tighter, feeling the sharp pain at my head - something much worse than a hangover.

I don't know why I can't get over the fact that Noah doesn't care. He proved it earlier at the assembly ground. But why am I still holding on? What am I holding on to? He's not coming back and the earlier I realize, the better for this broken heart.

I don't know what hurts more - The fact that he hurt me, or the fact that, even at that, I can't get him off my mind.

I tried hating him. I do. Very much. I want him to feel the pain I do. But there's still a part of me that's always going to crave Noah's moans at the right side of my bed. There's always going to be that side that smiles when he slides his fingers through mine, or make me blush at something at simple as him calling me Jenny.

"Jennifer!"

I jerk up but don't move. I want whoever it is to leave. I just yearn to be alone.

"It's time for prep," the coice continues. "And the matron ordered everyone to leave the hostel," it goes on and on.

"Okay," I mumble and I hear the footsteps fade away. I clean up the tears and grab my brown jotter and a pen. I put on a hoodie over my black pyjamas and head downstairs. It's quiet and empty. I head to the prep class in the boy's hostel building but meet someone at the entrance.

I scoff.

"Hey, Jenny!"

"It's Jennifer," I correct coldly and sniff a tear threatening its way down my eyes. I've had enough tears already.

"Oh, okay. Sorry," Tris says and I nod. "So, what's up!" he adds bubbly.

"Study. I guess," I shrug. "Can I go in now?" I ask impatiently, trying to keep a straight face while fighting back the tears.

"You don't sound okay," he says and moves closer. "Are you?"

I shrug.

"Leave me alone," I say, Noah's face appearing in my head. I regret saying it but at least he gets out of the way. I walk into the prep class and sit on an empty seat, grabbing my jotter and pencil.

"Jennifer!"

I jerk immediately at my name being yelled at. I grit my teeth, irked, as I turn to the girl from earlier- Brook.

"What?" I yell in frustration.

"I called you three times already," she complains and I grip the pencil tighter, not trying to tell her head off.

"And it's my choice to answer," I reply in a subtle whisper and walk out of the class. I let out a deep breath as I finally get to where no one else is. The girl's bathroom. It's built just like the one in the school building. I run my fingers down my hair as I pace around, trying to get the image of Noah out of my mind.

"Jenny... Babe... Mmm... Jenn... Boo..." his signature words play on repeat in my head and my brain is a site filled with porn on replay. I scream till my voice snaps and I can only hear my sadness in my head - maybe it's all in my head. My back slides down the wall and I feel my butt on the cold floor.