His lips were soft at first, before a roughness took over and he pressed his body to mine. My hands instantly go to his hair as he cups my cheek with his hand as the other turns into a fist next to my head.
A sigh leaves his mouth, like this is som...
"If my life is going to mean anything, I have to live it myself." -Rick Riordan
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Of course.
Of course Leona wouldn't be here. I give her one day off, and she abuses that privilege. Or, maybe she thinks that because we're fucking, she's entitled to come and go to these tutorials whenver she pleases. But, no. I'm not going to let that happen. It's been half an hour, and she hasn't shown. She's never this late.
If she continues to miss my sessions, there's a chance she's going to fail her chemistry exam. And weirdly, I don't want Leona to be kicked out of college. I like the idea of seeing her everyday.
So, I grab my textbooks, fish out my car keys from my pocket and storm out of the classroom, towards the college car park. Leona is damn delusional if she thinks she can get away with not attending. I don't care if she's ill or if she's dying on the floor. the smart thing would have been to call me, even if she was in hospital with a medically-induced coma. Just drop me a text. It's not that hard.
***
I bang my fists against the door of room 9 until the door is swung open by a furious Prima. Her cheeks are red and her eyes are blazing. "Do you have to bang on the door like the fucking FBI?" She grumbles. I ignore her.
"Where is she?" I ask her.
"Who?" She frowns.
"Who do you think, Prima? What is the only reason I'd be here?"
"Are you telling me you didn't come here to see me?" Prima asks, placing her hands on her hips. She smirks slightly in a I'm-totally-fucking-with-you kind of way and I roll my eyes, shoving past her. She scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest and walking over to the dinner table, where worksheets and folders spread across the length of it. "She's in her room."
"What are you working on?" I ask her, taking a step towards her.
"It's just a project called none-of-your-fucking-business. Wanna help?" She looks up, smiling innocently at me. I slowly shake my head, making my way towards Leona's room. Just as I'm about to knock, I hear Prima say, "Nosex, Preece. Believe me, I will walk in and drag you out by your overgrown hair if I even hear one suspicious sound."
I slowly nod my head. "Yep. Got it." I think I'm slightly scared of Prima. "Wait, is my hair actually over-"
"Preece."
"Okay, yeah, Whatever you say." I quickly turn away from her and softly knock on Leona's door. "Alana?" I say, before carefully opening the door to her room. She's underneath her covers, and I slowly walk in, closing the door behind me. "Alana." I repeat.
