Harper Williams has never been one to follow the rules, so it's no surprise she lands herself in a court-ordered delinquent bootcamp for two years trapped under Lieutenant Assholes ruling.
He's unapproachable, unattainable and fucking hot. Rumour h...
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My nails were bitten to stumps. Like actual stumps, blood had gathered around the edges and it stung. I was nervous.
The bleeding stopped after a day, it wasn't my period though my period was due and I was convinced Axel didn't go at me that hard. I've had harder and never bled before.
From then on I only wore white panties and I became obsessed with checking for blood every time I used the toilet.
Days past by, days of running track and climbing assault courses. Days performing drills and getting shouted at by Axel.
But then the nights would roll in, and I'd lay under the stars with Nate while he smoked his contraband cigarettes, or I gossiped with the girls down at the bar, or I'd cuddle up on the sofa with Axel and eat take out and fuck. And fuck. And fuck some more.
I never bled again.
I wrote it off as a mishap of the cervix. Spotting is normal after sex, right? I didn't have a phone, it's not like I could Google it but let's face it, that would only tell me I was dying anyway.
Although I didn't bleed again, it didn't stop me from going to the bathroom and wiping extra hard or checking my underwear for red. Eventually, I started waiting for blood, praying for the blood. My period was late and I was scared.
"Nate, have you ever made a girl bleed after sex?"
He blew smoke up towards the constellations and turned to face me. "I don't know, is that something I should know?" He asked.
"I don't know, maybe." Probably not, I didn't tell Axel he made me bleed. Do girls tell guys stuff like that?
"Are you fucking someone?" He asked, a face full of curiosity and amusement. His eyes sparkled under the lucid moon.
"No." I answered quickly and a chuckle reverberated through his chest. He took another drag of his cigarette. "But, if I were and my period was late... what would they do about that here?" He sat up quick and looked at me with wide eyes.
"Shit Harp, who?" I shook my head.
"Not important."
"Do you know for certain you're—"
"No." He stumped his half-smoked cigarette out on the muddy ground. His expression so serious it made me feel even worse. Nausea was bubbling up inside my chest from all the stress and worry. Fuck, I hope it was from all the stress and worry.
"You gotta find out." He fished the car rod out of his pocket and handed it to me. "The store thirty minutes away will sell tests." I sighed in dismay but agreed because I basically had no other choice.
I wanted Axels car, I just needed him with me on this journey. His car smelt of cleanliness and order, just like him. It was comforting. He liked structure and control, if I were pregnant I was about to come crashing into him like a fucking whirlwind and I don't even know what will happen.
