Is it Love or Lust? [Student/Teacher] BIG CHANGE/REWRITING IS COMING SOON!

9 - Rejected Shower, Food, and a Roommate Offer

Hey! So, I won't be uploading about every week like I try to because of my classes this semester. Sorry. Here is my appology in a Chapter. I'm not quite sure it's done yet, so there may be some revisions in the future, but here you go. Hope you enjoy!  

                               Chapter 9 - Rejected Shower, Food, and a Roommate Offer

          The car ride was silent, bringing me to think about my dream.  Something was off about it. It was like it was a memory instead of a dream, but it can’t be a memory, I haven’t done it yet. It felt so real; to feel the brick wall against my back through the leather jacket, his tight grip on my wrists, to feel the stubble on his jaw as he kissed me, to feel his heat rolling off of him in waves through our clothes.

          “What’s the matter?” I looked over at him.

          “What do you mean?”

          “You just sighed, like your upset about something.” Did I really?

          “I did?” He took his eyes off the road to look at me as he nodded, “Just frustrated, I guess.”

          “Want to talk about it?” Hell no.

          “Not really.” I could see his knuckles turn white on the steering wheel as his jaw clenched. I turned to look out the window again. We were driving down his street. He pulled into his driveway, parking the car. I got out starting to walk to my apartment.

          “Where are you going?” I stopped, turned.

          “Vegas.” I turned back around to walk. I could feel him behind me before he grabbed my arm to turn me around to face him.

          “You are infuriating, you know that?” I had to admit, that hurt.

          “Then why don’t you leave me alone?” I’m surprised that my voice came out cold, hard. He flinched like I had slapped him in the face. Guilt flooded through me.

          “And watch you kill yourself? No.” He pulled me towards the door to his house. His grip on my arm was tight, but not uncomfortable. The only thing uncomfortable was seeing that his hand wrapped all the way around my upper arm. His thumb overlapping his fingers. That unsettled me. He kind of pushed me through the threshold of the door. He moved passed me, disappearing down the hall and into a room. A couple minutes later he returned wearing basketball shorts, a white t-shirt, and some socks, carrying something. I haven’t moved an inch.

          “Go take a shower.” He gave me the clothes he was carrying in his hands.

          “The shower at my apartment works just fine.”

          “Fine, I just thought you might want a hot shower for once.” He turned to stalk off to the kitchen. I narrowed my eyes at him even though he couldn’t see it. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t even be contemplating this. I just need to turn around right now, open the door, shut it, then walk straight to my apartment. I made up my mind, but my feet weren’t moving. I couldn’t bring myself to move, to leave. This isn’t doing either of us any good. He could be sent to jail for this, then when he gets out his life will be over. I could be expelled, living the rest of my life at Venus because I couldn't graduate high school and go to college to do something with my life. I couldn’t do that to him, to myself, but I… no there are no buts. I have to leave. I put his clothes on the back of the couch before going to the door. I grabbed the door knob and turned it. Shutting the door behind me, I walked to my apartment on the next street over. I unlocked the three locks in the middle before opening my door. I shut the door threw the keys on the counter in the kitchen before making my way to the bathroom for a cold shower.