Desire (completed)

•Chapter 26•

Chapter 26: Positive.

Waking up to bile clawing its way up my throat wasn't how I expected to start my day.

I throw the covers off me and leap out of bed and into the bathroom. I kneel over the toilet just as the liquid comes rushing out. I wipe my mouth once I'm done, leaning back against the wall.

I hope Logan didn't hear. He'll worry when there is nothing to worry about. I'm just a little sick.

Pushing myself up off the ground I lean over the sink washing my mouth out. Once I finish I look at myself in the mirror, I carefully run my fingers through my hair.

"You're alright." I tell myself before going back to bed. I'm happy to see Logan sound asleep as I snuggle close to him.

I'm only sick. Everyone gets sick once in a while. I'll get better.

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It's finally time to go to the one class I'm dreading. I stand outside the door my books tight in my hold. I can see Ethan sitting in our usual spot, as much as I'd love to sit somewhere else I can't because all the other seats are already taken.

Sucking in a deep breath I quickly go through the door, zigzagging between desks before sitting down next to him. He looks up from his textbook to me surprised.

"Hey." He smiles softly, I glance at him rolling my eyes.

"Hey man-whore."

The smile falls off his face and he looks at me surprised. "Okay...I'm guessing Els told you?"

Els? What kind of nickname is that?

"You mean you and your lover who were fucking behind my back?" I sneer at him. I may be a bit harsh on them but honestly I could care less. They brought this upon themselves.

"I know your angry with her but-"

I let out a short, dry laugh. "Oh I'm not angry with her, I'm furious. If I ever see her face I'm going to poke her eyes out." I grip the pencil in my hand tight. He slightly gulps glances down at the pencil enclosed by my fist.

"Don't you think that is a bit harsh?" He asks softly and I laugh bluntly at his face.

"Harsh? You think what I'm saying is harsh? You have a best friend right?" I ask, he nods. "Well how would you like to know that he is fucking Ella?"

His face falls and horror washes over it. "God, I'm so sorry but I didn't think you'd be this mad. You like Logan-"

"Yes I do like Logan, a lot actually. But I liked you too! God and your lame ass excuse of an apology means jack shit to me." With my words said I turn back and face the front. From the corner of my eye I see him stare at me. I can see the guilt behind them.

I simply roll my eyes at him.

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My feet are aching.

I've barely even walked today.

As I make my way towards the cafeteria table I hobble slightly not wanting to put too much pressure on my feet. Logan notices this is he looks up at me.

"What's wrong with you?" He asks as I sit down beside him. I sigh leaning over to pinch a slice of his pizza.

"Sore feet."