Addicted z.m

Chapter 12

I ran my hand over my face and sighed irritably. "Abigail-"

"Call me Abby," she smiled wide, despite the frustration I was feeling.

"Alright, Abby," I continued. "It's not rocket science. The project is simply a self portrait including the blending and fading of colours in the background."

"I know I'm making this more difficult than this is," she pouted before scooting closer to me and letting her pinky touch mine. "I just like to be thorough with my work. You know, get every piece of information before I go all in." She dropped her hand and it landed high on my thigh.

"Abigail," I jumped from my chair.

"I told you to call me Abby," she smirked.

"I think you've gotten enough help for tonight," I dismissed. "I will be busy this weekend so if you have anymore questions, please contact professor Greene. Now, if you will excuse me, I have somewhere go be."

I gathered my stuff quickly, avoiding the gaze I knew she was forcing on me.

"If it's legal problems you're worried about, I checked. You're still considered a student here so it would be totally legal."

"Legality is not any of my concern Ms. Turner. If you did not clearly see when you entered, I have a girlfriend."

"Yeah yeah yeah," she rolled her eyes. "The girl from the pictures. But you said it yourself, she broke your heart. And rumour has it she dumped you a couple weeks ago. Why does she get to choose when she's in your life or not?"

"She doesn't," I answered truthfully. "I'm the one who pushed her awa- The status of my relationship is none of your business."

"Then why are you with her?" she interrogated.

"Because I love her!" I snapped. "Because I fell madly in love with her two years ago and for some damn reason I can't get over it! Now, if you're done criticising my relationship, please be on your way so I can return to said girlfriend."

She scoffed, but gathered her things and pranced away. I blew out a sigh of relief before rushing to lock up and get in the car. I sped home. I couldn't take being away from her for another minute.

I prepared to unlock the door when I remembered I gave my key to Spencer. But before I could even knock on the door, it flew open and a pair of arms were around my neck along with a pair of lips smashed into mine. I nearly lost my balance but managed to catch myself.

My hands gripped onto her waist and I managed to break free from her death grip. I laughed, still completely caught off guard. "What has gotten into you today?" I questioned.

"I told you," she smiled. "I missed you."

"We were only away from each other for twelve hours," I teased.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you," she lowered her voice just above a whisper. That's when I took notice to the sadness in her eyes.

"Spencer," I stroked her cheek. "What happened?"

"Nothing," she shook her head. "I just missed you. I felt like I needed to be with you. I told you, I don't like being away from at times like this."

"You know I can take care of myself, right Love?" I tapped her nose with my finger.

"Yeah," she sighed then left my gaze for the buttons on my shirt. She began fiddling with my collar as she spoke. "But when you go from seeing you every night and day, to believing I'll never see you again, to being less than a mile away from you every day - separation anxiety didn't have a hard time choosing it's next victim."