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episode fifteen : white noise

previously at the medical store: 

"sehun?!"

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"Uhhhh... I just needed to pick up some stuff", I explained, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Seeing Sehun here was possibly the worst thing that could happen. Not only was he notorious for spreading rumors around school, but he was also one of my good friends, which meant he would never stop bothering me about this.

"Oh...are you sure?", he smirked at me, eyeing the object we both wanted.

"I swear it's not what it looks like", I blurted out.

"OH MY GOD! YOU'RE FINALLY GETTING LAID!", he squealed, pulling me into a huge hug.

"I can't breathe", I wheezed, tapping his shoulder a couple of times.

"Oh sorry", he sheepishly smiled at me and pulled away.

"Here you can have them", he shoved the last box of condoms into my hands.

"Oh ok thanks", I said, a bit hesitant.

"I'll get going then, tell me when it happens", he winked, signaling me to call him.

"Ok bye Sehun!", I chirped sarcastically, relieved he was leaving. It was already really awkward because he saw me getting condoms, and I didn't want to show him what was in my cart. With Sehun knowing, I knew this would spread around school like wildfire.

"Bye baby girl!", he pressed a quick kiss on my cheek and walked away, swaying his hips from side to side.

"Oh thank god", I huffed in relief. Instantly my body released its stiffness and relaxed.

"Who was that guy? Your boyfriend?", Lucas asked from behind me.

"How could it be my boyfriend if he told me he wanted me to get laid?", I sneered at him, waving my hands in his face.

"Alright chill, I just assumed it", he held his hands out in front of him, motioning for me to calm down.

"Yeah whatever, go wait in the car, I'm paying".

*****

It was finally time to start drawing the blood and I was more nervous than ever. I knew I was less than qualified to do the procedure but there was no way around it. I rolled up my sleeves and calmed myself down, it was my time to shine.

"Ok guys, I need one of you to hold him down, and one to hold the bag and one of you to distract him from the blood", I rushed around, spreading out the contents of the bag over the table.

"Lay down on the sofa", I instructed Lucas. I grabbed his wrist, which visibly caught off guard, and pushed him towards the black couch and made him lean against the armrest.

"I'm starting to regret this", he whispered, looking up at me from the leather sofa. His eyes were moist with tears of fear and his large hands were wrapped around my small wrist.

Me too. 

"Are you scared", I asked him, gently removing his hands from my wrist. I pushed one of his sleeves up, making the fabric bunch near his bicep.

He nodded solemnly, pouting with his pink lips. Fazed by his sudden change in behavior, I awkwardly cleared my throat and reached for the rubbing alcohol.

Wetting a cotton ball with the antibacterial liquid, I grasped his arm and rubbed the cotton on it gently.

"It might hurt a little, but just bear with me ok?", I asked him gently, rubbing his shoulder assuringly.