~God Of Lust~

Chapter 3

CECILY POV

"What's wrong Ces? Something bothering you?" I'm pulled out of my own world by Glyn's words. "Huh?" I was so out that I didn't even comprehend what she had Said.

"I asked if you're okay. Now I know you're not...Is something or someone bothering you?" She was genuinely concerned, I could tell. Do I tell her? No I cannot. No one can know. Absolutely no one. "Uh No..I was just worried for my exams...you know?" I gave an excuse. "Aren't your exams like 2 months away? Why are you worried about them now? And anyways you're gonna ace them...like always. Have some faith in yourself Ces!" I grin at her words. She always knows what to say to make me feel better about myself. "Thanks Glyn, you're the best." I say smiling a little at her, she smiles too, a beautiful smile. No wonder Killian is obsessed with her. I would be obsessed with her too if I were a guy. "Ok so I'll be in my room if you need me." I say and go to my room to study a little.
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1.5 hours later~
*ping*
I get a notification from an unknown number, I was going to ignore it but had that urge to just read it. I opened the message.
Unknown: Hi Cecily, Jonah this side. How are you doing?
My phone falls from my hands. No. No. No. No. No. H-h-he can't just text me out of the blue. He can't. He can't. He can't. No. No. No. Oh god. Please No. Please. Why did I open the message? Why did he message me? I stay like that for about 20 minutes when I snap out of it due to Glyndon's voice. "Cecily...Cecily are you listening? Cecily is everything okay?? Why are you crying? Are you okay???" I blink twice and look at her and jus wipe my tears, thinking of an excuse. What do I tell her? "Umm...yeah I guess I just zoned out..everything's fine Glyn. Thanks for checking on me." I smile sadly. "But why are you crying??" Oh shit. "Am I? It's just water, no need to worry" I lie. She looks at me with suspicion, but doesn't say anything and drops the topic. Thankfully.
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At 2 a.m.
I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about the text from Jonah. I needed some air. Right now. I got up and wore my jeans and cardigan and got into my slippers, took my car keys and left my room. I had to tiptoe around the flat so as not to wake up the others. I got in my car and started it, driving to the beach.
Upon reaching the beach, I got out of my car and walked to the shore and just looked ahead of me. It was calming for some reason. After about 10 minutes if standing I started to take a small walk, to help clear my mind. I had been walking for about 5 minutes when I saw someone standing there, looking nowhere, lost in there own thoughts. A blonde girl. Oh. Maya. Maya Sokolov. Annika told us about her, how she's a bitch who thinks she's superior to everyone. I know Annika is not a bad person but I won't judge Maya solely on her words. I kept looking at her and noticed she was crying, so I went to her.
"Hey." She whipped her head towards me, looking startled. She wiped away her tears and smiled a sad smile I knew all too well. "Hey" She said lowly
"Are you okay?" I asked her honestly.
"I will be.....Hopefully." She said so doubtful. "Is there anyth-" "Maya!" I was suddenly interrupted by a harsh voice, I knew. Jeremy Volkov- Annika's brother. What's he doing with Maya? "I've gotta go" She uttered and put on her bitch face and faced Jeremy.
They went somewhere I didn't know and honestly? I don't care. I'm already troubled enough by my own problems to be thinking about others'. I looked at the time, 3:20. Time for me to get some sleep. I went back to my car and drove back to the shared flat.
It was around 3:40 when I came back and lied down on my bed, exhausted and feeling a little better, calmer about the whole situation.
*ping*
Oh god. Not again. Please don't be Jonah. I look at my phone. It's Landon. Honestly that's so much better than Jonah. But I'm not interested in talking to him too, he humiliated me and made me feel pathetic about myself. Its been around 2 weeks since that day in the washroom, but i havent forgotten a single word he'd said to me, about me. I would never forgive hum, not that je ever asks for forgiveness, but I know I never will. But why the hell is he texting me at almost 4 in the morning?
I open the text
Landon: Enjoyed your little walk on the beach?