𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 112 | Snotty

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 just felt 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.

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.

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.

"Sweetheart?" 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.

"Please leave." I sob out, snorting.

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

"Please." I croak.

"No." He reaches for me quicker this time and I can't dodge. "Not 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.

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

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