Hell To Lovers

Chapter 3

When class ends I shove the doll in the locker and slam it.

For the rest of the day me and Four avoid each other.

Before I leave I walk to my locker and get cornered by Four.

“What?” I say annoyed.

“We’ll switch days with the stupid thing until the end of the month then we never talk to each other again.”

“Fine.”

He leans in a little, like he’s about to kiss me, but I push him away and sprint down the hall to my locker. I grab the doll and run home.

I run in my house and set the doll on the bed and then it begins.

The crying.

I panic and pick it up

It stops.

Well shit.

So I just have to hold it?

I walk to my closet and put my jacket away then walk to my vanity taking my makeup off.

I set the baby down for second and it screams so loud I jump.

Caleb runs in

“Its okay its just the doll.” I say picking it up and it stops.

“Thank God. I thought you like brought home a real baby or something.”

“Nope. School Project thats all.”

He walks out and I do my homework for a while then go to sleep holding the baby.

-page break next day-

I wake up and get dressed in black skinny jeans and a tight black shirt, with my combat boots and leather jacket.

I start to walk out but then I hear crying.

I groan as I pick up the stupid doll and walk out the house

I walk into school and find Four asap.

I walk pissed up to him and he must notice because he stares right at me and I swear I see slight fear in his eyes.

His eyes drop down and look down my body in a wanting way.

I stop once my chest is pressed to his and shove the doll in his face and walk away.

I hear people behind me whistle and snicker.

I walk into spanish and sit down next to Uriah.

We talk for a while until Math.

After Math I head to home ec and sit in my normal spot.

Four walks in with the doll duck taped to his thigh.

I crack up and he frowns.

He stops by my desk and shakes his head, smirking, “Zeke thought I would lose it so he did this.” He says explaining.

I wipe the tears from my eyes, “He’s being smart about this. I remember in 6th grade when you lost your backpack… it was on your back the whole time.”

He chuckles, “Just help me cut the tape.”

I get some scissors from the teachers desk and lift his thigh up on a chair.

The second my hand touches him I get this great feeling. Like I’m choking and he just gave me air.

I feel like flying, but instead I cut the tape off and hand him the baby.

He takes it and sits down next to me.

Did he feel it too?

Class starts and the teacher shows us how to properly hold a baby.

You have to keep it’s head up or whatever.

Four is great at this while me… not so much.

He helps me and at one point he stands behind me with his arms wrapped around me and holding the doll right.

“There.” He whispers to me.

I feel like passing out.

I blink

41…

42…

43..

44 times before I sit down and sigh.

This is going to be harder than I thought.