Buried Wishes ✔

Chapter 12: I'll Barf on Him and It'd Be a Privilege on His Part

~ [Evelyn] ~

"Oh my god, shut up, my window just opened," I exclaimed at Harper as I stared at my laptop screen with the intensity of a Jenga player.

"Relax, girl. You'll get your classes. At least your window is one of the earlier ones. Mine's next week and I'm beginning to think this school hates me," she scowled at her surroundings, which was the dining hall we had grown used to, the one we first saw the boys at.

"Well, maybe you should stop stealing their toilet paper," I teased her and she only frowned at me in response.

"People scrambling for toilet paper! It's funny!" She threw her hands up in the air, making me chuckle as I registered for classes for my next quarter. Silently, I hoped I wouldn't get Liam in any of my classes. Another part of me hoped I would.

Internal conflict. Ugh, this is bullsh!t.

I just wanted to live my life happily with a boyfriend that I felt for deeply and nothing in the way. But every time I got close to the happiness that I wanted, Liam would pop up in my mind. I didn't want to love him. But it's irrevocable and I knew that eventually, I'd inevitably have to face it.

"Alright," I said as I closed my laptop with a smile. "I'm done and I have to get going."

"Okay, kiss Liam for me," she joked and I glared at her. She didn't know that I still loved him. Instead, I've led her to believe that I hated his guts. I can't let her come close to knowing the truth. They've become official, just as Mason and I have, and it's hard to tell what could set me off on the path to telling her.

"I'll barf on him and it'd be a privilege on his part," I scowled as I picked up my bag.

"Potato, potahto." She shrugged and I walked off shaking my head with a smile on my lips.

When I got to class, I felt my legs giving out. This place is so freaking huge and I'm not athletic enough to walk this much. As I reached the door to my writing class, I felt a hand wrap around my wrist and tug me to the side, in a little hallway that was dimly lit and cooler than the other sunlight filled walls.

Mason's smirk was the first thing that I saw and a breath of relief escaped my lips as I began to smile. Then, within a moment, his expression switched to worry.

"Why are you so scared? Is there someone who's been bothering you?" His voice was filled with concern.

"Well, I'm a hot girl getting pulled into a dark hallway. I think I'd be scared even without anyone in mind," I rolled my eyes at him, but someone came to mind immediately.

Thomas, Thomas, Thomas.

If I'm found dead in an alley with my clothes ripped off, it's like 80% Thomas.

Mason smiled as he leaned down to dip his lips into mine, letting us drown in a numbing kiss that lasted much longer than we had anticipated. By the time we pulled away from each other, we were already two minutes late to class.

"So Liam's after class?" He asked as we made our way to the door.

I nodded. Not eagerly, though. More of Liam probably isn't healthy for my mentality and emotional state.

~o~

I spent the entire class not speaking to either of the guys as Charlie the prof kept getting off topic, which was why the greeting I gave Liam at his front door was the first time I've spoken to him this week.

"Hey," I simply said as he stepped aside for me to walk into his cozy place.

"Uh.. Hi." He sounded so awkward, I had to use much of my willpower to not cringe.