Mates (ON HOLD)

19. fleeting

A/N: Currently in school with a study hall and zero homework #blessed #ChristmasMiracle2k16

So I'll update for you beauties. I'm currently writing further and I keep getting confused when I edit earlier chapters. This ones cute though.

Sorry for the slight cringe.

Enjoy ;)

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C H A P T E R  N I N E T E E N:
fleeting

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L I V A T O R

My face burned brightly and my head pounded. My throat was so dry and my sheets were soaked with my heats sweat. Groaning, I sat up and clutched my stomach as the heat bit at my insides.

"Fucking asshole." I growled, thinking of how Matches would be waking up clean and clear of sweat. How nice that would be...

For the past two weeks, I've woken up in a hot frenzy of heat and delirium. Walked around with a constant blushing face and every time I see him, my mate, I can't find it in me to tell him how much I hate being in heat and I'd do anything to get rid of it. And by anything I do mean...

Standing, I trudge towards the bathroom and shower in a cold stream before glaring at the box of clothes Yel so generously dropped off. I tugged at the jeans on my hips and looked at it from across the room, cocking my head to the side.

I could smell it from here, the beautiful, comforting smell of Pineapples. Even pineapples didn't smell this good. I could smell him from miles away if I searched hard enough and he left little parts of himself everywhere. The science classroom had his smell, on the desk behind me. I could barely pay attention to chemicals anymore and the equations were starting to become a mystery.

I had to admit; I was so in love with him and I'd never yearned for anything as much as I do him. So I stared at the box across the room, a blush coating my face as I walked over, picking up one of my stray shirts and pulling it over my head before opening the brown box carefully.

Hoodie it is.

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"I swear to god, Hearst, if you poke me one more time I'll tear off your balls."

He scoffed, leaning away from me, "Someone's cranky today. Actually, everyday."

Rolling my eyes, I ignore my lab partner as he tosses some things together. "You are a little different lately."

Raising a brow, I stay silent.

"It's true." He argues, writing a few things down in his notebook. "I'm not your best friend or anything, Liv, but I know you."

"Oh, really." I chuckle, copying his notes.

He nodded vigorously, "Yes! You're usually so bright, smiling at everyone and complimenting my hair every once in a while. My hair ego has been really crushed lately."

Lowering my eyes to the paper in my lap, I furrow my brow, wondering if that was really how I was.

"I think other people have noticed, too." He mumbled, nodding towards a group of girls to the left of our lab table. Smiling slightly, they start to whisper, giggling amoungst each other.

Oh my god. He's right. I have gotten a little humbugish but...I have a good reason. And I can confirm that reason as I breathe in pineapples, my eyes closing softly at the smell of him. What? I'll take what I can get.