Chapter 5: Confessions to Make
Instead Derek leaned down some more, closer to my exposed neck.
Why was he doing that?! I don't want him to!
For a millisecond, he let down his guard. I thought I could just push him off of me and escape. That was what I thought before he asked me the question that changed everything. If he was serious. Well, it was more of a command, really.
"Go out with me," was what he said while looking me in the eyes. I was shocked still.
Snapped out of my trance, I nimbly responded, "What?! NO! Never!"
He murmured humorlessly, "I knew you'll say that."
"Then why bother asking?!" I screamed to reason with him. Sometimes I just don't get him.
"Would you go out with Adam?" whilst ignoring my outburst completely.
"Um . . . " then realizing he didn't need to know, I shouted, "It's none of your business!" Even I didn't know my reply. Yet.
His eyes narrowed, "Fine. Then here's your thank you present for chatting with me," before I could react or even make a comeback, he kissed and planted something on my neck. A 'love' bite?
He was out the doorway before I could utter anything nasty, resulting in me yelling, "You . . . you jerk!" at no one in particular. A faint echo was my only answer.
Once I've cooled down, I dashed to the women's restroom. Good thing I was the only one in there. Nobody could hear me muttering unpleasant things.
My blurry reflection confirmed my suspicion. A hickey the size of a nickel.
I glared at him in my brain. He couldn't have chosen a less visible location. Thanks a lot, you sly bastard!
Great. Now what am I going to do?
I never ever bring or buy something such as band aids, nor do I have any time to go get it from the nurse's office. I don't even have a scarf! And it's the season of those bright and fluttery scarfs too! Not that I ever really needed it, though.
Yet, I nod at the irony. When I needed a phone's accurate time, I don't have that either. I wish there was such thing as a clock in the bathroom. After all, some people needed to know how much time they have left in there. For example, little me. Minus the little part.
My next class was only several blocks away. About a minute. I calculated in my head based on the knowledge I gained from memorizing the exact times of my schedule's morning and afternoon classes. Around less than a minute left.
And I absolutely can't afford to be tardy.
Hurriedly, I effortlessly untied my black rubber band from its rushed half up-do this morning. My left-over strands of hair just managed to cover the purple-ish mark from sight.
I sighed, this will have to do.
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I knew it would have to do. On the other hand, I couldn't resist the urge to clutch my neck throughout every class. Because the nurse ran out of band aids. It's so not my lucky day.
On every other ordinary day, I would be running to my first part-time job out of a total of four. However in my case right now, I had to search for Adam in Bridgestone University's gigantic student parking lot.
I wonder if he's even here yet. It's already been a couple of minutes. Class was long over.
"Kate! Over here!" Adam yelled to me and waving me over to the right edge of the lot. I raced to him and made my way to the front seat next to Adam. I put on my seat belt after a few tries.
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