Mercy

Chapter 7

Classes started and everything was slowly falling into place. By Wednesday I was starting to get used to my new schedule. Classes in the morning then I would take the evening shift at the coffee shop. So far I really liked my job; it was easy and pretty laid back. My duties were simple, take orders and clean tables. Once we closed I would help mop and sweep before we left. When we weren't busy I was allowed to sit at one of the small tables and study which really helped me out.

Today was an easy day of classes. I was a psychology major with a minor in dance. My Gran' and I had a deal, I would major in an actual job field and I could minor in dance which is something I loved. Today I had an early modern choreography dance class and then I had my Psych 101 class. I knew I wouldn't have time to shower and change clothes after dance so I picked out a black hoodie and paired them with tight black workout pants. Not wanting to deal with my hair, I propped my black and white Nike hat on and headed out.

Dance was a way for me to not be, well, me. When I stepped into that studio I left me on the curb and the girl on the floor was fearless. After class I was sweaty but felt so free and alive. I let the adrenaline flow as I walked to my Psych class, the warm breeze made me feel so calm. Still in a slight haze I made my way into the room and took a seat at the back of the class. I was a pretty good student but I hated having my back to a bunch of people. My Gran' used to joke and say that I must be in the mafia or something. I could feel my jaw drop slightly when I looked up and saw none other than Liam enter the room with two guys I didn't know. Shit, shit, shit.Quickly I sank down in my seat hoping he wouldn't notice me but it was too late. He led the guys up the stairs and had a seat directly beside me. "Well hi there Beautiful." Liam laughed as he rested his arm over my shoulder. I could feel the guys beside him staring at me. "I am sweaty Liam, don't touch me." I hoped the thought of my sweat on him would gross him out but instead I could feel him lean against my body and spoke soft enough only I could hear him. "Babe, if you were trying to turn me on you are doing a good job." He smirked, pecking my cheek before letting me go.

The mix of lingering adrenaline and Liam made my head spin and my body crave his touch. I wiggled around uncomfortable in my seat for the rest of class. As soon as we were dismissed I grabbed my things and rushed for the door. He made it so hard for me to think straight, to focus and I hated it. I spent my walk home trying to clear all thoughts of Liam from my head but no matter how hard I tried I could still smell his intoxicating scent. He smelled of cologne, mint and Liam. As soon as I got home I jumped into a cold shower - I can't keep thinking of him! He was making me crazy and he was playing a game with my hormones.

After my long cold shower I got ready for work, grabbing my psychology book on my way out the door. Although I had a car I usually stuck to walking to save money. The gas tank was still on empty from my trip up here and I wouldn't get paid for another week.

My shift was pretty busy, I only sat down once on my break. For once I was actually relieved to step outside after work. The cool night air was refreshing after being in the coffee shop all evening. My feet were killing me, I kicked my shoes off and began walking back to my apartment in my socks. I could feel a vibration in my pocket, I fished my phone out to see two text messages.

I looked at my phone for a second, obviously this person had the wrong number. Smiling to myself I thought it might be fun to play with them a bit.

Wait, what? This person actually was trying to text me. Who is this and how did they get my number anyways. I was a little flustered, I wasn't going to lie. I could feel my fingers slide across my phone screen as I typed up a quick response.

Even though I know I shouldn't enjoy talking to him I couldn't help but smile at the attention he was giving me. I had never had someone talk to me like he does. I knew deep down he only wanted one thing from me but I would enjoy it while I could.

I pushed my phone back into my pocket as I entered the apartment. Part of me was begging to go to movie night so I could just look at Liam. The other part of me told me to go take another cold shower and stop thinking about it. "Hey Lace?" I called out as I knocked on her door, she opened up grinning at me. "What have you done to Liam?" She asked, leaning in her door frame. "What do you mean?" I could feel my face scrunch up as I tried to think of what she might be referring to. "I have never seen him so obsessed with a girl before. Though to be honest I've never seen someone not interested He harassed me for an hour for your number today." She shrugged. I pushed past her and fell onto her bed. "Lace, this guy is driving me crazy. I can't even explain it. Don't get me wrong I am not about to be his new play thing but god..." I smashed her pillow to my face letting out a loud groan. The bed sagged slightly as she climbed in beside me.

"Liam really is a good guy. I would just be careful. He is a cool guy and stuff but in the six years I've known him he has never done the whole girlfriend deal." She frowned slightly, she could see right through me. "Yeah...no...I mean I know. I guess I am just like the other girls. He just has this terrible effect on my head." I laid there quietly for a moment, even though we weren't talking it was nice to have someone like Lacy there. "So...think I should skip going tonight?" As much as I didn't want to admit it I really wanted to see him. "Oh, no I would defiantly go, if not Liam will just come here looking for you." She laughed, pushing on my shoulder. "Come on chick, wear something comfy. Movie night means the guys set up a movie in the back yard on a big projector. We all just lay on blankets."

After talking to Lacy for a few more minutes I headed to my room to change. I tugged on a pear of leggings and Liam's t-shirt. I had to finally wash it so it didn't smell like him anymore but I still loved to wear it. A smile slid onto my lips as I looked down at the shirt. What is he doing to me? Trying to push him from my mind, I pulled a large hoodie over the shirt and headed back down the hall. "Lace, I'm ready!"