From Hate To Lust

Chapter Twenty-One

Hey everyone! here's the next chapter. JUST A WARNING: this chapter contains some violence, so if you're really sensitive about this, be careful with reading and maybe just skip the part where she goes on a walk until she gets back home, and skip the second part of this chapter that's written in Niall's point of view.  (There's two parts in Niall's POV and two parts in Caity's POV in this chapter). Anyways, this chapter is super long, 8k words. so yeah, i hope you'll enjoy it! please vote and comment, share my story with your friends and just tell me what you think! thanks for reading! xo

-Niall-

I sat in my chair, leaning against the back rest and stared at the book in front of me. I didn’t seem to be able to remember a single thing I had just read. It was all gone again, or maybe it hadn’t even reached my brain in the first place. My thoughts were circling around her, Caity, where she was, what she was doing and why she was ignoring me. Well, I could imagine the reason for the ladder but obviously she wasn’t even here at all. I had tried to see her and talk to her so often during the last couple of days that I almost felt pathetic. I hoped nobody ever saw me in front of her dorm, waiting for her in case she showed up. I felt silly for doing this, but I was honestly starting to worry about her.

She didn’t like to ditch class and I knew her, she wouldn’t do this to ignore me, not for three days. No one I asked – which were not many people, but still – had seen her since that party and I couldn’t help but feel bad because I knew I had hurt her.

“You’re the one who has to stop being childish.”Her words were echoing in my head as I stared at the book. “I fucking hate you.” I felt miserable. She didn’t mean it, I knew that. She did not hate me, actually it was the opposite. She was falling for me which was why my actions had hurt her so much. I remembered how her pretty eyes had been filling up with tears, even though she had tried so hard not to show them… I felt bad for what I did, but no one knew that and it was for the best. What would people think if they knew that I felt bad for hurting her? I didn’t even want to think about it. It was a good thing that I had hooked up with another girl again – it had been such a long time. To be honest, the sex hadn’t been very good. I hadn’t been into it and that girl, I forgot her name, hadn’t been very good either. But well, even if I wanted to, I couldn’t take it back now.

“Niall,” said Jenna, my tutor, interrupting my track of thoughts. The thing was, with all the practicing, parting and girls, I never studied. My grades hadn’t been the best since I was sixteen and still were not what my parents would like to see, even in college. My excellent qualities as a basketball player were literally saving my life. Or rather education.

To be quite frank, Jenna was annoying the fuck out of me. With her tips on how exactly I should write an essay and how she told me that I should make a schedule so I could manage all my “duties” more easily. Recently she hadn’t been too much into trying to get the subject into my mind but rather her tits. She basically begged me to fuck her non-stop. She tried to flirt with me all the time and usually I would have fucked her on the desk without hesitating, but somehow I just wanted her to shut up and help me to get my grades up. She wasn’t a good tutor, or maybe we both just had too many other interests.

“See, they say it right here,” she was pointing at a paragraph in the book.

I could not concentrate on a single thing in this room, not on her meaningless jabbering, her attempts to get me to fuck her or the words on the pages of the book. Everything in here was annoying me and I was impatiently waiting for any news about Caity. Maybe she’d answer me at last.

“Yeah, whatever,” I said and pulled my phone out of the pocket of my jeans to check it – nothing.

“Put that away while you’re with me, Niall,” Jenna said and I saw her adjusting her top out of the corner of my eye, so her boobs almost fell out. That was when I decided that it was enough. Who did she think she was for telling me what to do? I got up and collected my books together, roughly squeezing them into my bag.