𝙼𝚈 𝚃𝚄𝚃𝙾𝚁 [ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ]

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝟸𝟺

It's been another week since being at the café, and I have told myself to forget about the stupid men who could have possibly been there. I shouldn't care if it was or if it wasn't. All I have to think about now is getting through this week till it comes to Sunday, and then me and the girls will be having fun at the fair. On rides and shopping at the little pop up shops that spread along the beachfront.

I walk out of my class, walking straight to Ben who waits on a metal bench in the corridor.

When I get to him, he stands up and offers to take my books. I pass them over to him to which he holds them at his side.

"Do you have anything else to do?" He asks me as we begin to walk outside.

"Nope. I'm done for the day." I sigh, happy to be finished with the classes.

Having taken more choices than I did in my old college, it's a lot more exhausting and it drains most of the energy out of me.

"Do you want to come back to my dorm then?" He asks, using his spare hand to take mine.

"Sure. I wouldn't mind it."

We get to the dorm block and I stumble up the stairs.

"I'm gonna need a nap." I mutter.

Ben chuckles to himself, holding the door open for me before we go past my dorm room door till we get to his.

I don't remember going to sleep. I only remember waving a hello at the guys and laying on the sofa, my head resting on Ben's leg, but I got woken up by someone shouting.

"What a fucker!" Someone shouts. "Stupid fucking game!" Something crashes against something else, making my eyes dart open and my body jolts up. I look around. A guy is sitting in front of the TV, head in hands while a controller sits halfway across the room from him. I look back to Ben quietly laughing, watching me. He pulls me back towards him by the shoulder until I'm laying against his lap again.

"That's Sam." He mutters. "Might want to get used to that."

I roll my eyes. I hope not. His hand comes to rest on my arm, his thumb doing small circles on my skin.

I would go back to sleep, but I can't. I'm wide awake now.

I lay staring up at the ceiling, blurring Ben out from my view.

I end up watching whatever Sam's doing until my eyes end up closing from how much it was hurting my head. The only sounds are the wind from outside and Sam's slight huffs and puffs. It goes about 10 minutes before someone speaks.

"She asleep?" I don't recognise the voice. Ben moves slightly beneath my head, but I don't open my eyes and just listen.

"Yeah." He mutters.

"How long are you gonna go on with her?" That was Lewis this time. Ben shifts again, making me think he just shrugged. I force myself not to raise an eyebrow.  

"Come on, man. You've got to call her out on it soon." Call me out on what?...

Ben doesn't say anything so Lewis goes on further, as well as the guys.

"You know what she done." One of them whispers. There's no need to whisper when I can already fucking hear them...

"I know what he said..." Ben says. "But how do we even know what the guy said was true?"

"Well..." Lewis begins.

"Well? We don't." Ben says. I can feel his anger radiating off his body from where I lay.