Let Me Love You

Chapter 8

Lisa Pov

"Class, you have 15 minutes to finish your test. If you're done, you may submit it and leave," Miss Taylor announced. I stood up and took my paper to her desk.

"Here you go, Miss. I'm done," I said, placing the paper down.

"Lisa, you missed Monday's class, so here's an assignment I need you to complete and submit by Thursday." She handed me the paper.

I nodded, taking it from her. "Mind if I ask why you were absent that day?" she questioned.

"Not at all. I forgot to take my insulin because I was busy choosing what to wear for the din-----" The realization hit me. Miss Taylor had a smirk on her face. Damn it. "And I wasn't supposed to say that. Anyway, because I forgot to take my insulin, my blood pressure went up, my vision got blurry, and I ended up in the hospital and blah blah blah," I rambled.

"Insulin? You have diabetes?" she questioned.

I nodded. "Yes, I do. I know, right? A young kid with diabetes. Who would want me?" Shit. I clamped my hand over my mouth, stopping myself from saying more.

"Okay, I gotta go now. Bye." I quickly walked out of the classroom before I embarrassed myself further. I waited outside for Nolan to finish his test.

"Hey there, Lisa. How are you doing?" Regina's voice interrupted my thoughts. I sighed, lacking the energy to deal with her.

"Yes, Regina?" I addressed her with no emotion, hoping she'd get the hint that I wasn't in the mood.

But, of course, she wouldn't leave me alone. "You look tired. Maybe you should stop working so much at the café. It's okay, I might help you out by contacting my friends and raising a fund for you," she said, placing her hand on my shoulder. "After all, we are friends, right?"

I grabbed her hand, pushing her against the wall. "What the hell is your problem, Regina?" She smirked, saying nothing. My anger was boiling over, turning all my feelings into pure rage. I was this close to grabbing her neck and choking her when Nolan pulled me off her, Miss Taylor standing beside him.

"What is going on here?" Miss Taylor questioned, looking between Regina and me. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the rage inside me. It's not Regina's fault. She might be having a bad day. It's not her fault I'm in a bad mood. Inhale. Exhale.

"Regina, I don't know what to say to you. But pushing you against the wall was wrong. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that," I said through clenched teeth, gripping the straps of my shoulder bag tightly to control my anger.

Nolan cleared his throat just as Miss Taylor looked past us, a smile spreading across her face. "Hey, you're early," she said.

I turned to see Rachel standing there with takeout in her hands. Oh no, not now. She glanced at me with a smile, which I returned, but my smile faded when I noticed a purple mark on her neck. She's happy, Lisa. Don't get sad about someone else's happiness. But the anger inside me only grew.

I looked at Nolan. "Dude, I'm going back home. Mom and Dad said they'll be coming home today, so I won't come to work. Bye," I said, walking away from the group. Nolan knew what I meant.

"I want to be left alone."

There's only one way to take out this rage: boxing.

Rachel Pov

"What was that? Why didn't you do anything?" I questioned Lucy, placing the takeout on her desk.

"What? It's not up to me. This is college, Rach. It's up to the students whether they want to take action or not. Lisa is handling it pretty well; she controls herself and her anger," she said, shrugging and taking a taco out of the bag.

"Luce, I saw everything. Lisa got pissed off and pushed her against the wall. But it wasn't her fault; that girl was annoying her. I could see it clearly," I said, grabbing a seat and dragging it toward her table.

"Rach, Lisa is a smart kid. If she let her emotions get the best of her today, maybe she's tired or it's just not her day. Anyway, why are we talking about her? Where is my godchild?" she asked, her mouth full of food.

"In his school. I need to pick him up in an hour," I said, taking a bite out of my taco.

"So, how's the new job? Everything going well?" she asked, leaning back in her chair and getting comfortable.

I nodded, grabbing a napkin and wiping the corner of my mouth where there was some sauce. "Yes, great actually. Good pay, lots of benefits, and if you finish your work for the day, you don't have to stay extra. This is why I texted you to say I'd bring lunch; I only had some files to check and a meeting with the manager."

"So, how was your date last night with Alex?" she asked, not directly looking at me. I know she's kind of pissed, but I can't do anything about it.

"It was great, actually. We'll be meeting again," I said, making her raise her eyebrow as if she didn't believe me.

"Second date, huh? Good," she said, focusing on her taco. I hate when she does this, ending the conversation with a question or comment and then going back to what she was doing.

"What, Luc—"

"Did you know Lisa was admitted to the hospital? That's why she didn't attend my Monday's lesson."

My eyes widened at what she said. Lisa was admitted to the hospital? But how? She was at my place the night before. Did something happen to her while she was driving home?

"How is she? Is she okay? Why are you telling me this now?" I questioned, panicking a bit as I tried to piece together what happened.

"Chill, first of all, I just found out today. Second, she's fine. She has diabetes and forgot to take her insulin before dinner because she was going through her closet, choosing the perfect dress to wear for dinner at your house. So when she left your house, her BP got high, and her vision blurred, but she drove herself to the nearest hospital and rested," she explained, throwing the taco wrappers into the bin.

She could have told me or asked me to drive her to the hospital. What if something had happened to her while driving? She could have been kidnapped or, worse, gotten into a car accident. God, at least she's okay now.

"What are you thinking?" Lucy asked, sitting on the edge of her table.

"Me? Nothing. I just want to go home and sleep," I said, fake yawning. But I knew she could tell I was lying. That's okay as long as she doesn't point it out.