Control

Chapter 2

Groaning I curl myself into the fetal postion on the floor by the lockers. I can hear Trevor and Trey arguing as a teacher starts yelling, telling them to stop. Trevor grips my arms in his hauling me to my feet making my stomach churn, my head to pound and my vision to blur. Trevor wraps his arm around my waist helping me walk to the office after the teacher, I think it's Mrs. Martinez, tells him to take me to the nurse. I hear her questioning some of the other students who were in the hallway that saw what happened between Trey and us.

Sitting gingerly on the chair in the nurses office, I mumble to Trevor, "I'm going to throw up." Quickly, Trevor hands me the waistbasket as I start to voimit up blood and saliva. The nurse comes in as Trevor is rubbing my back as I empty my stomach into the basket.

"Can I go home, I want to go home," I mumble to the nurse. She nods as she walks out to the front office to inform the secreatary to excuse me for the rest of the day.

"Trevor, can you get me my homework from our classes today, please?" I mumble as I wobbly stand up after placing the basket down on the floor.

"Sure man, are you sure you're okay to drive home?" he asks concerned. Nodding I grab my backpack off the floor digging my car keys out before hugging him and whispering my thanks and that I'll text when I make it home. Trevor hugs me back before letting me leave. I sign myself out at the front desk before heading to my car.

Once home, I let myself inside, locking the door before pulling my cell out to text Trevor and head to my room to sleep. I still need to head to dance practice this afternoon. Setting alarms on my phone I lay down under my covers and fall fast asleep.

Four hours later my alarms sounds and I carefully climb out of bed before streaching to see how my stomach feels. I'm still sore but I feel better than I did earlier. Pulling up my shirt I notice a faint bruising in the form of a fist in the middle of my stomach.

"Shit, this sucks." Grabbing my phone I send Trevor a tex letting him know that I'm still going to dance practice tonight until 7 p.m.

Changing into my dance clothing except for my ballet shoes, I grab my duffel and wallet before heading outside to my car, heading toward the studio. By the time practice is over with I'm beyond sore. Before showering I call in a pickup order of pizza and then text Trevor to let him know I'm picking up pizzas before heading home.

Walking into the pizza parlor I notice the man behind the counter is very handsome. He looks to be around six feet two inches tall, muscular in all the right places that I can see in his tight shirt and skinny jeans. He has short brown hair and hazel eyes with nicely tanned skin.

"Hello, how may I help you?" he asks with an Irish accent. Ooohhhh, this makes him even sexier.

Blushing slightly I manange to say, "I'm here to pick up an order for Alexander."

The guy who looks to be about my age smiles as he asks, "Last name?"

Smirking at him since he thought my first name was Alexander, I get that more than I like to admit. "Alexander," is my simple answer.

He cocks an eyebrow at me. "Your first name isn't Alexander?"

I just smirk at him. "Nope," I say popping the 'p'. "My first name is River."

The man behind the counter smiles brightly. "River," he says, my name rolling off his lips causes me to shiver. "Nice name, I like it." I smile at him as he says this.

"Thanks, what's your name by the way?" I ask, curious about this Irish accented young man before me.

He smiles allowing me to see his perfect white teeth. "Liam Brown, nice to meet you, River."