Sleeping With the Professor (NOT CONTINUING)

Twenty-Nine

"Eric," I moaned as he pumped a finger inside of me rapidly. "We-we need to talk about this."

"I don't want to bring that up right now, I just got you back." He muttered.

"You didn't get me back," I shoved him off me, our current situation become very clear to me, as I pulled his covers over my exposed body. "I'm not anybody's property."

"That's not what I meant," He sighed and tried to place a kiss on my lips but I moved my face away angrily.

After thirty or so minutes of the two of us making out, it escalated to where we were presently, both of us naked and breathing heavily. His words made me snap out of his attempt at seducing the issues away and I realized that what was happening was wrong. "Eric, before we can do anything," I hesitated. "We need to talk."

"For Christ's sake," he scoffed and got off the bed. He immediately put his clothes back on without a second thought and stormed out of the room.

What the hell?

I muttered some vulgar profanity as I crawled out from underneath the covers and slipped my dress back on along with my underwear. Hesitantly I walked out of the room, confused once again by the narrow hallway. I decided to go with my gut and walk to the right, following the sound of shoes against the tile floor.

The sound of glass shattering made me stop in my tracks, fearful for what was happening on the other side of the wall. My body slunked into a defeated heap in the hallway and I pulled my hair back into a messy bun to keep it away from tear stained cheeks.

As I sat there I had the realization that I didn't have my phone. Where did I leave it? I stood back up and cautiously snuck back down the hall. I searched the room with no recollection of where it might be. And with no luck, walked back out empty handed.

"Damnit," I whispered as I made my way back towards the sounds. I could hear Eric yelling, but what he was yelling about...who knows.

I peeked into the living room and saw Eric sitting on the couch with his hands gripping something I couldn't make out. His head was ducked down, his hair flopping over his face.

"Eric," I whispered. My body wanted to run, leave, but something was holding me back, curious about his sudden outburst.

His head snapped up. I was met with red eyes and wet cheeks. In his hands he held a gun. In disbelief, I stood there staring at the object in his hands, my levels of adrenaline growing rapidly.

"Eric p-please," I stumbled over my words, tears spilling from my eyes against my wishes.

"Shut up," He groaned. Eric pushed himself up, sticking the gun in the waistband of his belt.

"W-what?" His choice of words came as a surprise and I didn't understand what was happening.

"Who is it?" Eric said to me, walking closer as I stood there, frozen to this spot.

"What?"

"WHO IS IT!?" He yelled in my face causing me to visibly wince at the outburst. Eric took a small step back, his face softening by just a hair. "Who's the other guy?"

"How is that any of your business?" I snapped back, not in the mood to deal with this bullshit.

"Because whoever the hell it is, is taking you away from me! I'll kill the sonofabitch," He put a hand on the metal machine against his hip. He curled his fingers around the handle but he removed them and let that arm hang limply at his side.

"Nobody is taking me away from you, I am."

"Lilly just stop," He rolled his eyes at me.

"Listen to me for a damn minute Eric!" I was quickly growing impatient at his childish games. "I'm not with you because I chose someone else! I don't feel the things you feel," I was the one taking steps closer to Eric. "Pull yourself together and grow a pair because you're immature antics are unattractive."

"I thought we could be something Lilly, you took that opportunity away."

"Well I dodged a bullet." My inappropriate pun made me fear his next move, but Eric didn't catch on, instead he continued to argue.

"That can't be true," He scoffed, running hands through his hair. "You're all I ever think about."

"Eric there's other ways to move on you know," I blurted, not knowing what else to say to him. "You're hot, intelligent, and kind when you want to be," I rested my hand atop his that he used to lean against the counter. "You'll meet someone."

"I thought I already did," he sighed and pulled his hand out from underneath mine. He turned his back to me, and paced around the kitchen.

"You have to stop doing this to yourself."

"I can't help it!" He shouted at me, his eyes red, brimmed with tears.

"Yes you can!" I yelled louder. "Don't give me that bullshit," I started walking towards the door and spotted my phone with the rest of my stuff.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going to do something productive with the rest of the night."

"I can't let you walk back alone, especially after what happened at the party." His tone was softer now, but my nerves weren't lessened at the change.

"I can handle myself Eric," I grabbed the few things I had with me and walked out. I didn't stop to see if he had followed me, even though I could feel his gaze on me as I walked down the street, back towards the party that I could find a ride at hopefully. Once out of Eric's sight, I slowed down my pace and recollected my thoughts. I was sobering up with every passing minute and I wouldn't have even remembered I had drank at all had it not been for the sloshing in my stomach.

I made it back to the house with no interruptions and once I was at a safe distance, I texted the first person who came to mind. Tony.

Becca was going to be banging Ryan, so to avoid any awkward confrontations I decided to ask for a ride from Tony who I know would drop everything to come pick me up. I can't tell him about tonight. He can't know.

I sent him a text with my location, asking if he could pick me up from this party I was at. It only took a minute or so for him to respond. And within ten minutes his truck was parked outside of the house and I rushed over to it, not hesitating to hop in.

"Thanks," I smiled over at him with little emotion behind it. He could tell and immediately frowned before pulling back out into the street. "I don't want to talk about it tonight."

Tony nodded, his left hand on the steering wheel and his right on my knee. "Will you tell me tomorrow?"

"Only if you tell me what's going on with Rachel and Caroline."

"Lilly I'm not ready to dig up all of that." Tony sighed, his grip tightening.

"Do you love me?" I mumbled and he responded with no hesitation. "Then you should be able to tell me, don't wait too long. I've already wasted the majority of my life and I won't continue to do that to myself."

"Okay," was all he said in response to my statement. The rest of the ride was silent and my eyelids were fluttering closed against my wishes.

I fell asleep, my head resting against the cool glass of the window, before arriving to the house.

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(A/N)

Sorry for the short chapter but it's kinda just a filler and I have had some writers block lately so sorry if this kinda sucks.

Until the next update...xoxo