The 10 commandments

7. Don't cry

T/W: Panic attack, Sexual Harassment.
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Here's y'alls super long chapter
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Alex p.o.v
"So, all your stuff is in Laurens' dorm?"

I nodded.

"Yea. Normally i'd just leave it but all of my school supplies are there and I need those."

Thomas sighed, rubbing his face.

"I mean, I could come with you? For extra protection and what not."

A small smile rose on my face.

"First. Nobody says 'What not' anymore, and second. You don't have to protect me. I'll be okay, and if I'm not, I'll text you."

Thomas nodded, obviously reluctant.

"Alright...text as soon as you leave though, okay?"

"Okay."

-Time skip-

I stared at my old dorm room, frozen. What if he was in there? It's not like I was scared it's just... I'd be back on his turf, and who knew what he might be feeling when I walked in there...

I took a deep breath, unlocking the door.

I'm fine. Its fine. Everything is fine.

I peeked my head in, and to my surprise (and relief) I found the main room empty.

I sprinted over to my desk, quickly grabbing my backpack that hung from the corner and shoved in my laptop, my notebooks, and a couple of red bulls that had been haphazardly thrown underneath the desk.

I began walking back to the door, slightly worried. This had been easy. Way, to easy.

I opened the door and immediately jumped back.

"Lexi, you came baacckk. I knew you would. You missed me, didn't you. Thomas doesn't have what I have."

I took a small step back trying to distance myself from the scent of booze that hung around him like a rain cloud.

There was the trouble i'd been so worried about.

"I-im not here for you."

"Oh?"

He cocked a brow, closing the distance between us.

"Well, what if I did this?"

And then his lips were on mine. His tounge brushed against my lips asking for entrance that I wasn't about to give, that is, untill he squeezed my side, making me gasp.

I tried to push him off but he kept a firm grasp. One hand on my hip and the other on the back of my head.

Once he finally pulled back for a breath of air, I stumbled backwards.

I needed to call Thomas. He would come, he would help.

I had not but a minute with my phone before it was smacked out of my grasp.

"Ah-ah. We don't want anyone interrupting, now do we Lex."

I wanted to scream yes, I wanted to tell him I wanted nothing to do with him. I wanted nothing more than shove his bastard ass across the room and just go home. Go somewhere I was loved...but i couldn't.

"N-no."

He frowned.

"No, what?"

"No...s-sir."

"There we go."

He stepped towards me, closing the distance in between us. For a moment he just stared. Not at my body, or my lips, but straight into my eyes, and for a second, but nothing more, I could've sworn I'd seen something. As soon as it arrived though, it was gone, and his hands were up my shirt.