Strictly Forbidden (Student/teacher relationship)

Chapter Twenty Two: So Weird

The three knocks at the door were in sync with the three gunshots I heard that night, quickly taking me out of my day dream.

"Luna!?" I heard Larson's voice call from the other side of the door.

I didn't respond as I turned off the shower and dried myself off before slipping on some underwear and an oversized hoodie.

I opened the door and looked up at Larson who had his eyes on my exposed legs.

"What." I spat our harshly.

"W-we uhm I- you were taking a long time so w- I-"

I scoffed and pushed past him so I could go down the stairs, "You thought that since I was taking long I was probably doing drugs, huh?" I finished for him.

"N-"

"Shut up." I told him, shutting my room door in his face.

I placed my dirty clothes on the bed then walked over to my mirror and began brushing out my wet hair and that's when I saw it.

I look just like her.

I have my mother's face shape, the jawline being very visible, her lips and her nose. Her long dark hair, and her body shape- before I lost all the weight.

I threw on some socks and my slides before grabbing a pill out of my bag and making my way to the kitchen where I knew they'd all be waiting for me.

Greg was standing towards the sink staring out the window, Daniel had his head down on the table and Larson was on his phone.

I walked over and grabbed a water bottle before chugging down the pill.

Everyone's heads turned towards me when I made a lot more noise then I purposely intended while trying to open the back door.

"Luna..." Greg warned.

"Shut up." I snapped.

"I got her." Larson whispered and it was only a matter of seconds before I heard his footsteps behind me.

I sat on the cold stone step and stared off into the darkness.

Larson took a seat next to me and let out a deep sigh, "Luna."

"What?"

"Look at me."

I shook my head and continued staring at the way the branches on the trees shook due to the cool April breeze.

"Luna please." He whispered, his voice breaking.

Is...is Larson going to cry?

My curiosity got the best of me as I turned and looked at Larson, who sat there with a straight face.

"I knew that would work." He smirked.

I went to punch his chest but he caught my wrist before it hit him.

"Your an ass." I whispered.

"I know." He whispered back.

I heard the footsteps of Greg and Daniel coming close to the door so they could easily see and hear what me and Larson were talking about but I chose to ignore it.

"Let's talk." Larson mumbled as he placed my hand in between his on his lap.

"About?" I whispered, trying to push back the tears threatening to escape my eyes.

"Everything." He whispered back.

A few minutes past before I broke the silence and took my hands away from his. I held my head in between my hands and shook my head, "I don't know what the fuck I'm doing anymore." I forced out a chuckle but it sounded more like a scoff.