Loving Kinnick (Rewritten)

You Are My First Thought In The Morning

After Kinnick left last night, I couldn't fall back asleep. It wasn't like I didn't spend most of the night going around my house, checking every latch on the windows to make sure they were locked. No matter what I needed to do to ensure Warren couldn't get inside, I would do it. Even if that meant I had to stick something underneath my bedroom door handle to make it impossible to open.

When the morning came, I found it challenging to stay awake. The gas station down the street from my house would never supply enough energy drinks to keep me awake, but I bought a couple to see what would happen anyway. By the time I made it to my first class, I had finished off a large can of Red Bull.

My fingers rubbed at my temples, trying to soothe the pounding in my forehead. As much as I looked forward to seeing my blue-eyed boxer, I didn't want to see what the rest of the day had in store for me.

I couldn't slide into my seat before Chrissy told me she found out. I knew it wouldn't take long. So, I started asking questions because if anybody could find out vital information, it was her. And she told me. Warren is here for college. His dad lost his job, and Warren is smart but not smart enough. When his dad's money stopped funding for Harvard, he had to find education elsewhere.

"You look like shit."

I rolled my eyes, closing them as I continued to rub my forehead. "Gee, thanks."

When her hand rested upon my back, I jerked away. "Don't - not right now, Chrissy."

"I am sorry, lovebug," she sighed. "I just want to be here for you."

"Where are Kinnick and Miles?" I pressed the lock button of my phone to see if they were running late or if I was eager to feel safe under their presence. "Have you seen them?"

"No," her head moved back and forth. "They weren't with Trevor in the parking lot as usual."

When I realized I was in the same vicinity as Warren without Kinnick or Miles, my hands started to shake. My scalp burned as I squeezed at the roots of my curls, hoping to feel something other than the unsafe loneliness that I am right now. The suffocating weight in my throat felt like it would burst any second, and I couldn't breathe.

"I can't," I shoved away from my desk. "I can't be here today -"

"Bo!" Chrissy called out.

As I shoved through the classroom door, I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. My scalp burned from the pulling, and it made my headache throb worst than before. The more I walked, the more the knocking in my head told me to stop. Before making it to the doors, I collapsed next to the vending machine.

"Miss," a familiar voice broke the silence. "Are you okay?"

My head snapped up as I saw Warren walking toward me with concern on his face. "Stop! Do not come any closer."

"I didn't mean to startle you," he frowned. "I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Stay away," I blurted as tears welled in my eyes. "Just go away."

"Boston -"

My palms smacked over my ears as I brought my knees to my chest. "Just go away."

My body rocked back and forth as I squeezed my head tightly between my palms, hoping to block out the sound of his voice. As tears fell down my cheeks, I prayed that Warren would walk away. I hoped that he would leave me alone.

Just as hands touched my shoulder, my legs thrashed, connecting with the body in front of me. I opened my eyes to see Kinnick bent down in front of me with wide eyes. Just as I realized he was here, I threw my arms around him. As his hesitation stopped him from holding me, it didn't stop him from asking what happened.