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17: LUST

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"What happened yesterday?" a soft voice asked as I leaning against the wall of lockers in the hallway, reading the last of my assigned chapter of Hamlet.

I looked passed the pages of the book with raised eyebrows, folding the corner of my page before closing the book, "I'll need more specifics" I said to Liza, seeing her solemn eyes behind the golden curls that framed her face.

She wore a yellow skirt that reached her ankles, a matching cardigan draped over her shoulders: an obvious attempt to make herself look like far less of a skank than what everyone believed her to be.

"With Nathan and Louis" she explained whilst I shifted my weight from one leg onto another, "I heard you were there"

I nodded, licking my lips, "Nathan seemed pretty pissed" I said to her, seeing her eyes look down to her shoes. I cleared my throat, debating to ask her the question I had wanted to, "Why'd you do it?" I asked her anyway.

She quickly looked up to me, folding a strand of her hair behind her ear, a small smirk playing on her cheeks, "I don't know" she said with a shrug, "I just know it felt good"

A small grimace left my face before I shook my head, and asked if she'd like to walk with me, "He might forgive you" I said to her.

"I don't know if I want him to" she said to me, and I looked to her with furrowed eyebrows, "I don't think I'm really into commitment"

"That sounds incredibly unhealthy–" I said with a snicker, seeing her manage a small laugh as well, "–but I know the feeling"

Liza looked at me with a small shock, "I wouldn't have imagined that from you" she said.

I chuckled, "Even after the incident with Avery Mills?" I asked her.

"I wouldn't have imagined that from you sober" she corrected, starting to lean herself back onto the very janitor's door she's become famous for.

I shook my head, shrugging before coming up with what to say, "I had this girl back home, her and I were never really into the whole commitment thing" I explained, "That, or we were to afraid to admit there were any feelings between us"

"Did you have feelings for her?" Liza asked, and I pursed my lips.

"I suppose so" I mumbled, "Nothing romantic, at the least" I sighed, "See, I get it"

Liza laughed, biting her bottom lip as she lost herself into her thoughts, "He's really good" she said to me, and I looked at her with a confused stare.

"Louis—he's really good" she repeated, and I tensed uncomfortably.

"Thanks for the information" I said with a nervous laugh.

"What about you?" she asked, making me widen my eyes.

"What?" I quickly asked.

"I know Avery had a lot to say about you, but what about the girl back home?" Liza asked me, her eyes beginning to widen like a doe.

I smirked, knowing what she had been wanting to get to, "I suppose I'm okay" I said to her, "I've only slept with so many people"

"How many people is that?"

"I don't remember"

"That many?"

The space between us began to get smaller as I stepped closer to her.

"Maybe" I said.

"That's impressive" she said to me, her eyes looking at my lips.

"You know–" I began to say, "–if you want to fuck me that bad, I'd get rid of this" I said, taking off her cardigan, and the clip holding her hair up, seeing it fall over her face, "I'd get out of that skirt too" I said, looking down her body, "I prefer the real Liza, just so you know" I said, leaning closer to her as I could feel her heart pace quicken.