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Chapter 6

I put on another one of my fake smiles as I walked to the door behind the students, and sighed when I closed it. I was finally alone, finally.

Painfully slow, I walked back to my desk and slumped onto my chair, crossing my arms over the wood and lying my head down. I definitely needed sleep, not only God, but my students as well have started noticing that.

If I had any strength left, I would have probably marched to Louis' classroom and set it on fire with him still inside. I blamed my tiredness on him; it's like his request came true, even without him trying.

For ten days straight, not only have I tried avoiding him for the third time in two months, but I also couldn't sleep at night. But this, wasn't the same, it wasn't the same at all. Usually I would roll over to Ashton and shake him half awake, and then I'd finally fall asleep in his arms. It's what I've been doing for two years; I haven't had a problem with insomnia for just as long.

And now. Now this motherfucker returns into my life and turns everything upside down. I tried my best to ignore him and not let him ruin everything, but it's like he wasn't even human. It's like he was a fucking force that couldn't be stopped.

First, he tries interacting with me at work. Okay, we're colleagues, we work together, so I guess that's alright. Then he offers to drive me home, and brings me my stuff that I've forgotten at work. Alright, I guess that's okay too, it's just the fact that it's him doing it that bothers me.

But coming into my home and impressing the fuck out of my parents, thus turning them against my fiancé even more? Hold the fuck up.

And like that's not enough at all, he tells me he wants me to regret leaving him. Hmpf. As if I hadn't already done that. As if I haven't cried myself to sleep because of him, like I haven't spent literal hours next to my phone, waiting for him to call, text, anything.

But no, the asshole wants me to, ahem, spend my nights lying next to my fiancé, awake while he slept, thinking about him and what a fool I made of myself by leaving him. I'm not even ashamed to admit that I've memorized that entire speech of his. After all, it is what I thought about while I laid awake at 3:35 in the morning; while I did exactly what he'd wanted me to.

That's the only thing I felt guilty about; that I really couldn't sleep at night, that I really thought about him when I shouldn't have, that his words really got to me. I always thought I had genuinely regretted asking for a break, but I had never been more aware to that, than in the past ten days.

Which resulted this; me trying to take a nap at my working place. The only place where I didn't think about Louis all the time, because too many things would happen for my thoughts to get distracted. Or it could have been the fact that he was there too, and I could see him at any time.

I sighed heavily as the thought of probably suffering from insomnia again that night, crossed my mind. It was driving me mentally insane, so much Louis on my mind. Ashton had suggested me sleeping pills last night; he'd started noticing it too. On another note, I might take his advice and bring myself some peace already.

Just as I'd completely dozed off, my cell phone—that was next to me—went off, causing me to almost fall over because of how fast I'd sat up. With shaky hands, I picked it up and cleared my throat so I'd sound as conscious as possible when I clicked the green button.

"Hello?" I answered the call, not looking at the caller ID as I did.

"Lori, where the hell are you?" I was relieved to hear Destiney's voice, rather than someone else's.

"I'm-I'm in my classroom, what's up?"

"We agreed to have lunch together today, what do you think is up?"