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Chapter 32:
"I can get you just as drenched."

Eloise-Anne

I sit back down on the table at school, I even let Luke take his beloved spot. I just want to avoid him, I have done that ever since we last saw each other. Every time I saw him, I took another way, walked an extra block, just anything to not have contact with him. I've been thinking about our little moment a lot, every day to be more exact. I can't help but admit that I feel something down my stomach when I think about it. Tammy takes the seat next to me and smiles happily. She doesn't know a thing just yet.  I need some girl advice on this one. Michael does not like it when I talk about Luke. If I needed advice and wanted it from Mike, he makes me spill the name. I'm pretty sure he has his suspicions about it, but still.

"Are you gonna tell me who those hickeys are from?" She chuckles. Luke walks into the classroom, a cigarette behind his ear. He looks at me and I instantly look away. He frowns as he notices that I'm not sitting on the seat. "Well..?" She continues asking me.

"You don't know him." I smile at her. "Even if I told you the name you wouldn't know." She frowns at me. Tammy knows a lot of people, more than me to be even fair. She always knows the latest dramas and she will find out that it was Luke.

"I still want the full name," she says sternly. "And if I don't get the name now, watch me stalk you."

"Eloise-Anne, why aren't you being a pain in the ass today?" Luke asks me, wondering why I am not sitting on the seat.

"El, are you good? You look a little pale." Tammy notices. "Have you even eaten today?" Luke frowns at me and grabs his bag as I don't answer Tammy's question. "Eloise, don't ignore me." She hisses at me. "You haven't eaten at all, what the fuck is going on?" She whispers warningly, making sure not the whole class hears it.

"Eat this," Luke says, handing me an apple. I look at it and scoff.

"Who do you think I am? Snowwhite?"

"With the pale skin and the black hair, you're pretty close," Luke says. "Just eat it, appreciate me being kind for once." He is still reaching out his hand, holding the apple. "I didn't poison it, that is something for the next time." Now that they start about it, I can't deny that I'm feeling like shit. I truly am feeling like shit. I haven't eaten nor slept since I've slept with Bolton. The idea of it makes me nauseous. It has been a few days, nearly a week. I feel a little lightheaded, probably because of my lack of food. "Montez, you good?"

"Montez?" I ask confused, feeling a little out of breath.

"I've watched the movie," he says sheepishly. I grab my stuff and walk out of the classroom, leaving them both confused about why I am disappearing just like that. My eyes are wandering, I feel so incredibly lost. It can't be just because I slept with him, right? I don't even know why it bothers me so much. I mean, it's my first one-night stand and yes, I enjoyed it. I think it's just the fact that I might have an std now.

"I need to breathe," I remind myself as my breathing becomes heavier. I can't think straight. I can't breathe.

What is going on? I need to get out! Where the fuck is the exit? What if people see me like this? I must look like a mess. Am I crying? It feels like I'm crying. What am I experiencing?

I breathe in deeper and look around. I need to go outside, fresh air. This is the same feeling that I experienced in the mall with Tammy. I don't even remember how I got rid of it. I make my way outside and sit against a wall. I hide my head between my legs as I try to steady my breathing, but it seems nearly impossible.