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» Fifteen

I dragged my heavy feet towards the classroom, my books in one hand and my bag slugged over my shoulder. I was a mess. Literally, I hadn't washed my hair in four days thanks to dry shampoo, and had thrown it up in a bun to avoid brushing it. All I had been wearing was track pants and sweaters. I was a mess. Mentally I was even more of a mess. I didn't realise how much Wilmer meant to me until I had lost him.

He left right before Easter long weekend. I had spent four days in my secluded apartment doing nothing but crying and binge watching Gossip Girl.

I was beyond nervous to see Wilmer today. He hated me, and I knew that what I did wasn't going to be forgiven easily, or maybe even at all. He can't fail me because of this, can he?

I took a heavy breath before stepping into the familiar lecture room. Building myself up for the past five minutes felt worthless when I saw a professor, who was not Wilmer, stood at the front of the class.

"Hi...Who are you?" I asked, the man who was much older than Wilmer turned around.

"I'm Mr Harris, I'm the substitute for today's class." The man told me, promptly turning back to the whiteboard, I wasn't done yet.

I crossed my arms against my chest like a stubborn child. "And where is Wil... I mean, Professor Valderrama?"

"He's on leave for a few days. Now if you don't mind, can you take a seat so that I can start class." He said in a rude tone. I rolled my eyes before spinning on my heels, heading towards my seat.

I sat my laptop out on my desk and quickly checked my emails, hoping that maybe Wilmer would have tried to contact me that way maybe. To no surprise, I had nothing from him waiting for me in my inbox.

The substitute turned to the class, he looked nervous but was trying his best to seem confident in the room of over one hundred people. "Professor Valderrama obviously isn't here, so I will be filling in for him. I'm not sure how long he will be gone for and if you'll have different substitutes or not. Despite his sudden absence, I have been given the instruction to tell you that you all have to finish act 4 and 5 by tomorrow." A few members of the class let out loud groans, hoping that we wouldn't have to finish it.

I didn't pay much attention in that class. My attention was on other things, other things being Wilmer. I felt awful about everything, and even if Wilmer didn't absolutely hate me for it, I would still have so much guilt over the abortion. I knew I couldn't have a baby at nineteen, and I wouldn't. Adoption could have been an option, but then still I would have a very complicated nine months, and what if it was a difficult pregnancy? I just couldn't risk it, especially after everything I had done to make sure that I could continue on with my education after my parents cut me off. I felt guilty over my decision, but I didn't regret it.

Shortly after class ended I made my way to the bathroom, fishing my phone from my handbag, I dialed Wilmer's number. I shook nervously as the phone was gripped tightly in my finger tips. I was so anxious. I even debated hanging up and just waiting for him to come back, but I didn't have the will power to hold myself back. I needed answers, I needed Wilmer.

"Hi, Wilmer Valderrama here"

Adrenaline surged through my body at the sound of his voice. "Wilmer, Hey!"

"-I'm sorry I missed your call, please leave a message after the tone and I will get back to you as soon as I can" The speech finished. I felt my stomach drop at the realisation that he didn't answer my call, and if anything, he probably rejected it.

The beep sounded through the phone and I hesitated. I had no idea what to say that could be any different to the last 40 voicemail's I had left. There was no doubt in my mind that I should have filled up his voicemail by now, but it was clear to me that he was probably deleting them as fast as I was leaving them.

"Wilmer, hey, it's Demi...Again. Please call me back, I really need to talk to you..." I paused for a moment as I felt a lump form in my throat. "I just really need you in general right now, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" I choked out as tears began running down my cheeks. I ended the message before I began crying more. This wasn't the place for me to cry about my problems. Wiping my tears, I shoved my phone into my pocket and made my way out of the bathroom.

'Demetria Lovato, please make your way to the Headmasters office. Demetria Lovato, to the Headmasters office' The intercom called. I sighed, what this time? Was Wilmer so angry with me that he turned me in? Was I going to get expelled for sleeping with my teacher? Maybe he got fired and was being investigated and that's why the substitute was so shady about why Wilmer wasn't here.

Making my way up to his office, I anxiously walked up to the receptionist. "I'm Demetria, here to see Mr. Prescott." I smiled as the lady typed something into the computer. I'm not sure why she had to type anything into the computer but whatever, you do you.

"Demi" The voice of the Headmaster said from behind me, I jolted slightly before turning around to see him. "Come take a seat in my office" He didn't look stern and scary, in fact, his features were quite soft today.

I took a seat in his office as he closed the door behind me, making his way to the other side of his desk, opposite me, and taking a seat. "I just wanted to inform you that Jeremy Williamson has been issued an official warning about harassment of other students. If he starts bothering you again like the other day, please do not hesitate to come to me and he will be reprimanded for his actions."

A sigh of relief left my body as the words left the Headmasters lips. "Thank you so much" I smiled, this was the best news that I had received in awhile.

I walked out of the office smiling. For the first time in a long time, someone had given me good news. And despite everything else that I had going on with Wilmer, this at least gave me less to worry about.

Hey guys ok so I finally got a job!!!! Some of you would know that I have been applying for jobs for MONTHS!!!! Legit, I applied for like 50 jobs and didn't get called back for ANY untillllll Friday last week. So Build-a-Bear phoned me and were holding group interviews, so I went. There were 11 other people there and 2 employees doing the interviews. They said they would call 3/11 of us back for a trial interview where you're in store and greet customers and stuff. Wednesday I got a call asking me to come in on Thursday for that, so ofc I did, and not even 3 hours after my trial on Thursday I got a call back saying I got the job!!!! Ahh I'm so excited, and it's my birthday in just over a week too (25th April, I'll be 18).

Happy Easter everyone!!!!