That Stupid Little L-Word:

Chapter Fifteen:

Shit happens. The End. 

Just kidding. I almost posted that, too, because I'm so tired. I always write that before I start a chapter, just so I have SOMETHING to save --in case I have to leave or something.

Yadda, yadda.

Enjoy<3

Story Start:

We stumble into the infirmary, which stems from the front office in the shape of a circle. I let out a very real, very pitiful moan at the swaying sensation for a dramatic effect, and the plump nurse looks up, her eyes round. Her chair squeaks as she stands. She directs Blue-Eyes to ease me on to one of the uncomfortable looking pink cots. He takes a few steps back and folds his arms across his chest.

"She feels faint," he explains before I can open my mouth, "I caught her before she could climb the stairs." 

The nurse shoots him a glare, "Alright. You can go back to class now, Seth." 

"I have this period off," he smiles cheerily, and the nurse mutters something unintelligible beneath her breath. She wobbles toward me and squats down, expression soft. I blink and focus on looking pale. 

She presses a hand to my forehead, "How are you feeling, dear?" 

I close my eyes and mumble, "Been better." 

"Do you need to go home?" she purses her lips, glancing toward the sleek black phone attached to her desk. Her hazel-colored gaze flickers back toward me and her frown deepens. 

I sigh, "I think so; I don't feel very good." My lips press together into a firm line. I can't believe this nurse is buying everything that I say. I always thought this was the kind of stuff that only worked in books! I let out another soft sigh, "But my mom is at work, so I'll have to drive myself home." 

Blue-Eyes rolls his eyes, "Don't be silly. I can drive you home." 

The nurse gives him another dirty look. She climbs to her feet and wipes her hands on her thin, Scooby-Doo themed uniform. I glance at Blue-Eyes when her back is turned to me and he closes one eye in a subtle wink. I fight a smile and cringe when I feel my cheeks become hotter than the surface of the sun. The nurse turns back to me and holds up a clipboard. "Can you answer a few questions for me?" 

I nod. 

"I need your name, first," she sits down in her chair and pulls out a red pen. I tell her my full name and watch her scribble it down, before reaching over and typing it into her computer. She scrolls through something, and then scribbles a whole bunch more onto the paper. "Now I need you to describe your symptoms," she pauses and stares at me expectantly. 

Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and think. "I feel faint, lightheaded. Everything is spinning and I feel like I'm going to throw up. I don't know why. Maybe it was something I ate?" 

"I don't know," the nurse's lips pinch, as she circles some things and then scribbles down some more. "I don't think that a food borne illness could induce such symptoms. Usually, you would be having digestive problems as well. Have you had any of those?"

My cheeks turn bright red. Even if I had, I would never admit to it with Blue-Eyes in the freaking room. "No, just lightheaded." 

She nods, and then sighs. "Alright. I'll let Seth take you home. The computer says that you're allowed to check yourself out, so all you have to do is sign the slip up front." She frowns at me with the concern of a worried mother, "I hope you feel better soon, sweetie." 

I smile weakly, "Thanks." 

Blue-Eyes steps forward and helps me stand. We wobble out into the front office and he drags me over to where the check-out forms are. The lady who is usually behind the counter is absent, so no one really questions us as I sign the paper and limp out the front door with Blue-Eyes. We walk around the side of the campus until we reach the student parking lot --and his sexy car. I smile in excitement and he opens the passenger side door for me. 

But I shake my head, "I drove my truck today. So I'll just follow you behind." 

"I can just send the servants for it," Blue-Eyes laughs, gesturing toward the seat inside his car. "I'm supposed to make sure you get to your house safely." 

I roll my eyes and look around. "No one is really watching," I mumble under my breath, but slide into the smooth leather seat anyways. Blue-Eyes walks around and sits in his own seat, cranking the car on.

The air conditioner blows sweet, cool air into my face and I sigh with content. 

Blue-Eyes chuckles lowly, "I have to warn you." I poke one eye open as he speaks, and watch as the car peals out of the parking lot and zips down the road with a smooth, sultry purr. He glances at me and then takes a deep breath, "My home isn't like anything you've seen so far here." 

"I'm kind of counting on that," I admit with a sheepish smile. 

His eyebrow arches. I press my lips together and focus on the scenery printed across my window, watching as it morphs into a blur of colors. I don't exactly feel like elaborating on the expectations that I'd held for Florida when I originally came here, and how disappointed I was when I realized that the buildings don't have much pizzazz to them. 

The rest of the car ride is silent. We zig-zag around slow cars --and cars that are going the actual speed limit-- and he even blows through several traffic lights. I almost snort at how ironic it is; the classic bad boy, who doesn't give a crap when driving.

All the bad boys that I've met prior always freaked at the idea of ruining their car. I remember once, I was making out with this one dude who was cool because he smoked a lot and got expelled from several different places --hey, we were fresh from middle school, and I was stupid. We leaned against his car, until he realized that we were leaning against his car and promptly threw me away to make sure his baby hadn't been scratched by the invisible barbs that stuck out of my butt solely for that purpose. 

I blink in surprise when the car slows to a stop, and look around. Blue-Eyes rolls down his window and presses a button on the wall he's pulled up beside. A thick wired gate is closed in front of us, and it opens after a few moments. 

"Oh my god," I gasp as he eases through the gate and his 'house' comes into view. 

He lets out a snort, "I told you so."