Finding Love

Chapter 15

Lynn's POV

I sit on the floor of a random, empty classroom, with my legs crossed in a basket.

I glare at the floor in front of me, hating that I'm fucking upset over something as stupid as this.

Yet despite knowing it's all bullshit, I feel my eyes continue to fill with tears I have to blink away.

I hate it.

It's so fucking stupid.

I scowl as I roughly wipe away a single tear that managed to escape.

I hate...when people talk about me like that.

Especially guys.

Especially when I try so hard to make sure they don't.

But I can't win.

I wear baggy clothes for multiple reasons. Mainly because I like them. They're me- they make me comfortable.

Bonus that they're cheap. Bonus that I'm able to hide myself in them.

Yet of course- they turn it into something it's not.

They see it as a challenge to find out what's under my baggy shirt. Like I'm a present and not a human.

I shiver in disgust, hugging my knees tighter to my chest.

The door to the classroom then opens, and I look up, expecting to see AJ. I freeze when I see Alora.

She stares at me with a small smile before closing the door and walking over to where I sit.

I watch her closely, not sure what she's going to do or say. She sits down beside me, turning her head to me. "Hey," She whispers.

I shoot her a weak smile. "Hi," I whisper, not knowing how to act right now. Do I pretend? Do I not?

"Are you okay?" Alora asks me then, and I hum, forcing my attention on the empty floor in front of me. "I love hearing perverts conversations about me," I say sarcastically.

"What did they say?" Alora asks quietly. I glance at her, seeing she looks pissed off.

I force a smile, deciding it best. "They're tired of the show-off sluts, and want some chill, which I have apparently" I snort, hoping she can't see how bothered I am.

Alora sighs, before putting an arm around my shoulder and pulling me into her side.

I swallow hard because I hate feeling like this.

Vulnerable.

Small.

It reminds me of... a different time.

Alora then runs a hand through my hair, her sharp acrylic nails feeling oddly nice. I close my eyes while she sighs. "I'll kill them," She says simply.

A small smile comes to my lips. "That's if AJ doesn't do it first," I mumble, knowing I should have pulled him off the guy before running away.

AJ is protective over me. I don't want to imagine what he's after doing.

Alora hums. "Becca is dealing with him," She tells me, and I feel a bit relieved. She'll stop him from murdering someone... I hope.

I sigh, and we fall into silence after that.

Alora is pretty warm... and I'm not sure how we got into this position, but her hand that's running through my hair -... It's nice...

I feel safe with her.

Which is odd.

For me, safety was always a feeling, never a place. That feeling only ever came with AJ by my side.

I put on a brave face and a smile but in reality? I'm nothing without AJ.

He keeps me safe, and I act like he doesn't need to. But we both know it's bullshit.

I know I'm safe with AJ. It's always been just him.

But right now...

I'm feeling just as safe with Alora.