𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 112 | Snotty

I get out of the party and far into the hallway. I buckle, falling, arms in front of me, on the ground.

I sit up and throw my head back, staring up at the ceiling, tears tugging at my eyes, threatening that if they fall, they won't stop. I can't be in the hallway like this.

I whip my head around and spot only one door creaked open a smidge, between a couple of shut doors. I pull myself up and limp over, pushing the door open more and lugging myself inside. I shut the door behind me and it clicked.

I fell to the ground and crawled behind whoever's teacher desk. Which I then realize it's mine, but it doesn't matter. I pull my knees up to my chest and lay on my side.

Deja vû hits as I remember being a kid and crying till my face went so red I ran out of breath, passing out. I feel like a little kid, I feel my face heat as I tried hard to keep the tears in, but the tears that threatened in the hallway won and pooled out.

Why am I even crying? Better question is why did I run away? Is it because I finally met Aizawa and just him, this charming, sexy man I've been hearing about? Why would I run away from that? He showed me that side, finally, and I ran away. How could I do that to him? That beautiful smile just before he dipped me, it was genuine. I'm a snotty fuck up.

He must think I hate him. I can't imagine how confused he is and it's my fault. I can't go back now though, that's just pathetic. Especially looking like this.

I feel like it's not real, him treating me like that after everything he put me through.

Holy shit. No, I refuse, I refuse.

I screamed and screamed, trying to push it away. It ate at me, making sure it was the only thing I thought about.

I'm falling in love.

I don't want to believe it, I can't. I ran away because I was scared. Scared he would reject me, I'm falling in love and he's probably just searching for a quick fuck every now and then.

In the moment I couldn't pull away from him, so it scared me. The only thing that let me push him away was adrenaline. Perhaps also the fact that he wanted us to be nothing more than sex, and to be fair I had stated that as well. I was able to push away with pure willpower at the realizing fact that this man did not want me in that way.

I ran away from him after he made me feel special, and showed me him. He probably thinks I have no interest in him, didn't want the kiss or regret it, something like that. It's the complete opposite though, I was falling in love.

Im embarrassing myself, this is the cheesiest shit I've ever said, but it's the only way I can express how I'm feeling. I figured out why I ran away and I can't contain my tears. I can't be falling in love, he's a dick. He's no gentleman.

Then what the fuck just happened?

I was basically screeching like a banshee, I wanted to stop but I couldn't. I really can't, well, till my stomach started to ache every time I strained. I choked on tears as my cheek was moist on the disgusting floor, but I couldn't care any less.

The door clicked open and I slapped a hand over my mouth, fear washing over me, my eyes going wide.

Fuck, fuck who is it? Why would anyone come in my classroom? Why can't I just be left alone.

"Elektra?" A deep voice I recognized right away called out.

I melted, and stifled a loud sob unsuccessfully, hearing his call.

I heard him stride over and he fell to his knees beside me.

He started to reach for me but I batted him away and turned opposite from him.

He can't be here right now, fuck. Why did he follow me? I just had a reve-fucking-lation and of course he's here. He's always fucking here, did he put a tracker on me?

"Please leave." I sob out, snorting, my face becoming more red.

"No-" He starts but I cut him off.

"Please." I croak.

"No." He reaches for me quicker this time and I can't dodge. "I refuse to let you stay here like this."

He pulls me into his arms till I'm sitting on his lap crying into his open coated button-up.

"I'm such a fuck-up." I cry, muffled.

Before he can talk I cry, "I'm sorry." I repeat it over and over.

"Please, I'm sorry." I grip onto his shirt and hold it, pushing my face into it.

"What are you sorry for?" He caresses the back of my neck, which a moment ago felt cold and bare.

"I just fucking left-" I snort. "y-you on the dance f-floor."

"Sweetheart, it's okay." He murmurs, hugging me to him smudging my face further into his shirt. "I don't care."