The Landlord

eleven - confusion

I shut my mouth since that's the only thing that she wants me to do. I really want to eat because I'm already starving. One thing that I need to remember is that I need to go to the grocery because I haven't had a nice meal unless I was in Bri's Brew. I can feel my starvation to the core and I'm slightly feeling dizzy. I stared at Larissa who is still busy with her laptop. UGH, I hate her at the moment. I really do. And I know that my anger is evident, I don't have any plans on concealing it.

"Stop looking at me like that," she faced up to see me, "I know you're mad but I might misinterpret that look, Ms. Beischel." she mumbled before turning her attention back to her laptop.

I rolled my eyes because of irritation.

"You naughty girl, don't get on my nerves. Stop rolling your eyes." she adds. I'm trying my best to breathe normally regardless of the starvation that I'm feeling. I unconsciously sighed and rolled my eyes again, "Do that in bed, not in here."

She's talking about what? The eyeroll?

"I just wanna—"

"I did not ask for your response." she cuts me off again. This time I carried my chair and positioned it where she cannot see my face. My tears starts to fell considering that she will not see it. It hurts me because she is acting this way. I know this is her normal personality but what's painful is, I already saw her vulnerable state. She showed me how weak she is when she is with me and how loving she is when no one is around.

The more I think of it, the more painful my tears are getting that it already turned into a sob.

I am not falling for her deeply. There is no way. As what she said, this is just our guilty pleasure. No emotional attachment; that's how I understand it.

Oh goodness, I'm already starving and Larissa is literally adding up in my thoughts. I should think of meals, not her. Well... I mean... it can be both but I am going to think of foods since I'm already stuck with her.

This feeling is killing me. I almost forgot that I'm sobbing.

***

I woke up and the strike of the white light triggered my eyes as soon as I opened it. I quickly jumped off my bed when I realized that I was in the infirmary. Goodness, when will I have a peaceful and unpainful life?

"Where do you think you're going?" I glanced at him, it was Greg. "Don't be a stubborn, lady. Lay down." he said, worried. I noticed that he has a gauze on his head, reminds me clearly of what happened earlier. "You smell good for a patient though."

I sat down again in the hospital bed and he sat beside me.

"You passed out. Overfatigue, the nurse said. Have you eaten anything?"

I shook my head as a 'no'.  This is a major requirement that I really need to do my groceries. This is not a drill, I might die of starvation.

"W-Who brought me here? And what time is it?" I curiously asked. Last time I remember, I was at Principal Weems' office.

He shrugged of his shoulders, "I honestly have no idea, I just got here. But  I heard Principal Weems brought you here?" he suddenly realized, "How come is that?"

Same question, Gregory. Same.

"Don't tell me she carried you all the way here?" he starts to laugh hard, and then he shuts up again. "Does that explain why you smell so good?" he oddly asked.

"What?"  I sniffed myself and it made me slightly cough because the scent is very strong.

"You smell like a wet lavender that is fresh from the rain." he said as he comes closer to me, trying to sniff more.