When You Left Me

[5]

Jasmine

Groupie?

"And what the fuck would you know about love?!". . . .

I felt my mouth clam up and my insides dissipate. The other students around me moved from in front of me to my side, giving Laurent a clear view of me.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" Laurent asked. I could hear it in his voice , the irritation from being interrupted by some nobody. I could feel the anger inside me rising up like a boiling pot of water.

"Yes , you do know me but perhaps you forgot while in between your bitches thighs!" I couldn't stop myself. I felt horrified inside at how I was acting and handling the situation but hearing Laurent say the word love made me snap. My head felt dizzy , spinning around like a washer machine full of malicious thoughts and degrading insults.

"I don't know who the hell you think you are, but you don't know me. And to speak about my girl that way, groupies like you make me sick!" . . .

Groupie? Me? He couldn't be talking about me. I felt the anger deflate like a balloon as I realized he really didn't remember me. I looked at Laurent as he seemed to be fuming.

And before I knew it , I felt water on my hands. I felt confusion cloud my mind trying to understand how it could rain inside the classroom. It was when I heard Larry say my name softly that I realized I was crying. Red hot blobs of water fell from my eyes. The dam burst and it just wouldn't stop. So I ran. It seemed to be all I was doing today anyways.

I ran and ran until I couldn't feel.... anything. My world blacked out and in the distant I heard a distressed call. What it said I couldn't tell you.