You Can't Stop Love (BOOK1)

Chapter 33 - My mind is playing games✔

My stomach has twisted itself into a million knots that I cannot undo.

What Ethan has just said, I'm still speechless after two hours. I'm supposed to be having a relaxing bath before my parents come back from the grocery store but I can't even focus.

He wants to tell about us. Our relationship. As much as I love him to death, that is a secret I don't want to be out in the air.

The possibilities from the secret are horrifying.

He would get fired from work, arrested, put into jail for maybe around 10-20 years for rape when obviously he didn't, and I would get expelled from school, most probably called a slut and my parents would kill me.

If only I could pause time and wish I was born earlier so me and Ethan could be the same age.

I wouldn't be ruining his life like I am doing every day.

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Walking into class on Monday morning, I felt everyone's eyes on me as usual and walked to my seat. I was late but Ethan didn't say anything.

Probably since Friday night was rough, so he's letting me off the hook for me pleasuring him.

The pain between my legs is still killing me.

"Tomorrow is that test I told you about before the Christmas holidays. I hope all of you have studied? It's not a hard test, but if you didn't study for it it will feel hard," He said and stared at me mostly before staring at the students raising their hands.

But I kept my eyes on Ethan. He looks a little bad. Like the dark circles under his eyes have gone a shade darker and he hasn't shaved in a while. But he still looks gorgeous as fuck.

As usual.

But his hand is bruised.

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Ethan

The tiredness is pouring off of me.

I couldn't sleep last night. I needed someone by my side and I couldn't think straight. I was so close to overdosing on my sleeping pills but stopped myself in a weird way.

I thought of my dad.

Oh yeah! Cause you're going to become a father and you're horrified that you'll be exactly like him. Great.

I spoke to Martina yesterday when we had lunch together. She told me everything that happened at her appointment and told me all that dates for her other appointments.

I need to be there through my child's life.

"Sir!" A girl interrupted me.

I stared at her and waited for her to respond when the whole class screamed. Screaming shook my ear drums and a stinging, painful feeling was left inside me.

Then they started to laugh and cry. What the hell is happening?

I stared at Jenni who was walking towards me and wrapped her arms around me and kissed the life out of me. The class stayed quiet.

I wrapped my arms around her waist when someone threw a ball of paper in my face.

I stared at my class. They weren't laughing. They weren't crying. They weren't screaming. And Jenni was not kissing the life out of me.

It was my imagination. Everything that just happened was my imagination.

I took a deep breath and stared at my confused class. Looking down each row to have an excuse to see Jenni, her eyes were wide open and I have a feeling I just said something either embarrassing, personal or secret.

My mind is playing games.

I stared at my class and sat down on my chair and shouted "Study for the test tomorrow in this lesson, my head is spinning and I'm not thinking straight," Everyone did as they were told and I immediately grabbed my laptop and logged into my Facebook.

I had a message from Zara and Marcus but ignored them.

I felt my girl's eyes on me and stared at her real quick

She was just staring at me and I looked away from her and continued to 'work'.

I decided on going down the checklist in my head by the things I ripped or broke from Jenni.

Right, I practically broke her phone so better buy her a new one. Victoria secret underwear and including a lingerie for well, me. I'm the one that will enjoy seeing her in it. That black dress when we first had sex.

God what else?

Oh yeah, I need to give her the ring I bought back in New York.

I want to shower my Jenni with gifts and I just need her. Even though she sometimes makes my life a living hell, I still love her to death.

It's so strange how when It was my first day starting here and when I bumped into her. That was when my heart whispered 'That's the one'.

Miraculously she was in my class and I still remember my stomach doing multiple somersaults with excitement to see that beautiful face every day.

But I'm lucky I get to see her more.

When we had that long ass conversation in the park, that was when the feelings grew and I tried my bestest to push them away. Throw them in my imaginative land far, far away in a locked cage and burn the key.

But somehow that cage opened.

Asking those simple words 'Will you be mine?' and thinking our world will be filled with daises and happiness when really it was far from daises and happiness.

The fucking idiot that I am cheated, got the girl pregnant and have a feeling our secret is breaking.

Just my luck.