Chapter 12

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I was staring at the little ID card in shock. Why would he lie about his name? What did that do for him? I angrily put the card back in it's place and threw the wallet in the bin. I wasn't even gonna bother with attending classes today. I know that between, what happened with Conner and Tristan-Liam, I won't be able to concerntrate.

I was going through my movie choices when I heard a knock on the door. "It's open."

I heard open and soon enough someone started to massage my shoulders. "I was worried about you today."

I took a deep breathe and turned to meet Liam's gaze. Before I could stop myself, I slapped him across his face. I was shocked myself at what I just did, but I didn't let that show. "Get out."

"What?" He questioned, cupping his left cheek. "Is this about last night? I'm sorry. I thought you were up for it too."

"No Tristan. Or is it Liam? Why the fuck would you lie to me like that?"

He look at me for a second as if realising he has been caught. "What are you talking about?" he asked.

I looked at him in disbelief and I walked over to the bin and took out the wallet to show him the 'proof'. "I'm not fucking stupid Liam. if you think you can just give me a wrong name and jump in my pants and l' ll be fine with it, then you are wrong." I dont know what I was saying because before two weeks ago, I would actually prefer it that way. But since I met Conner, I have changed. I still don't know whether or not that was a good thing.

"Look. I'm sorry. But I couldn't risk you knowing my name. Do you know what would happen to me..and my career if this got out?"

"So, you only care about yourself in this?-"

"No. Of course not. Would you just listen to me," he grabbed my shoulder and spoke again. "I care about you too. That is why I'm here right now."

"Fuck off. Leave my room," I pulled away from his grip and pointed to the door.

He gave a heavy sigh and ran a hand through his hair. "Leigh. Come on. Don't."

"Get out. Now."

He walked over to the door and I opened it to see Conner standing outside about to knock. He looked from me to Liam and his facial expression just dropped. I could tell he was getting angry now.

"Styles," Liam greeted Conner before he walked away down the hall with Conner following him with his eyes.

I swear, the only good thing about this situation was that I now know Conner's surname.

He looked at me with disgust and started to follow Liam's path.

"Conner. Wait," I chased after him.

"What?"

"No-nothing happened. I know it looks wrong, but I swear, it was an innocent visit," I dodged the truth there but if it means I can be with Conner, then sure.

Wait. Be with him? And why do I suddenly feel the need to explain myself to him?

"Really? Well to me it looks like you blew me off just so you can fucking whore around with your fucking ethics professor," he spat out. I wanted to cry when he said that, but I couldn't because it is half true. But I also couldn't help but be angry at him for saying that to me. "Do you have any fucking idea how that makes me look."

I couldn't speak after that. We had attracted people from their rooms by the time he was done.

"I fucking thought so," he said and stormed off.

I quickly scurried off to my room and I just cried. He hates me now, and I'm to blame. No one else but me. Before I could make myself feel bad, my phone rang.

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