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Barbie got upset
Chapter 5

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Ominous pov,
"YOU GAVE HER A TOUR?!?" Delancy shouted at Miguel.

"YES. I DID. And there's nothing wrong with that!" He shouted back.

"So why are my friends telling me you fucks were close to each other! I leave to go hang out with my friends and you snoop to be with a bear freak!"

"Don't fucking call her that! You don't know her enough to assume!"

"But you do? What else have y'all done when I'm not there! ITS BAD ENOUGH YALL HAVE TO LIVE WITH EACH OTHER!" she said started to shout again.

"I'm not cheating on you with her! I'm simply being nice. If you don't want me by her just say that!"

"I thought I made it clear the minute I saw her walk into the kitchen the other day."

Miguel scoffed and walked to his bedroom.

"Where the hell are you going?!? I'm not done talking to you mister!" She said chasing after him

"Delancy, this has became too much. Do you not trust me enough?"

"No. No i don't." She said wasting no time to respond.

Her arms were crossed with a stained frown on her face.

Miguel rubbed his stable and sighed.

"Do you not wanna be with me anymore? Cuz that's what is sounds like."

"Oh. So you're so quick to break us up in your mind! You probably fucked that bitch already!" She said walking back out fast as she bumped into Eliza, who had just woke up confused from what's going on.

Delancy managed to push her in the process, and knock her down on the floor.

"Ow" was all Eliza could get out until a large slam was heard at the front door.

Eliza rubbed her head, scrunching her face from the pain in her back. She managed to take her free hand and rub her back as well.

Miguel who was just looking at his now ex girlfriend storming out the front door, looked down to see his friend, and well...now crush sitting on the floor in pain from his own doing.

He felt responsible for her pain. So he wasted no time trying to help her.

"Hey Goldie are you okay? Do you need ice for your back" he said holding her head that was once on her head and held her back gently to support her up while she sat on the floor.

Eliza groaned which grew Miguel concerned even more, making him come closer to her face.

Her face heated up as she looked away and shooed him off.

"It's fine Miguel!. Just a little pain in my back that's all" she said giving a weak smile.

He examined her face and knew she was lying.

"Here I'll get you some ice. I'll tell your professor you gonna be late since you had a little accident."

All Eliza could do was nod. Her signature move when too much was happening all at once.

Eliza and Miguel walked as Eliza's back was killing her. She hobbled her way into the big room with all other students sitting quietly.

They made their attention towards the door when Miguel opened it, having his hand on Eliza's waist and her holding his hand to minimize the pain.

But in others eyes it could mean something totally different. Especially since delancy was quite popular to say the least.

Rumors began to spread on how Eliza was going around stealing boyfriends and indulging in whore activity's.

It obviously wasn't the case considering she's injured. But from the outside looking in. Miguel and Eliza must of had a little too much fun.

"Just go I'll pick you up after okay?" He whispered in her ear.

She nodded, wobbling to a seat at the back, where two randoms got up and immediately left.

It put a frown on Eliza's face, being oblivious to the fact that there's a rumor going around. But also not knowing her injury was only making things worse for her.

She sighed trying to avoid the stares and the whispers. This is college after all. We manage to leave the high school behavior...well, back in high school.

The professor however, had other plans. He called on Eliza every chance he got to test her knowledge. She was new and clueless in his eyes, and wanted to know her limits.

She got every question right, looking back at her book where she writes notes down, and glancing at the board.

Many people where impressed, however other rolled their eyes. You can tell who believed in false information and was a follower, rather than those who gave the benefit of the doubt but still had their speculations.

Once class was over, Eliza grabbed her shoulder bag, and made her way down the steps to her next class.

The pain had eased a little. So she was able to walk without the ice pack on her back.

She carried it in her hand as well as her pink lap top, in hopes to find Miguel.

When she didn't find him, she grew confused and maybe a little hurt. I mean he did say he would meet her after. But she shrugged it off.

Maybe he just simply forgot.

She walked relatively calm until hands were grabbed on to her arm, pulling her into a fairly open closet.

"Girl What are you doing?"