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Starley's POV

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I ran out in the middle of class, again, for like the second time in the same lecture to rush to the bathroom to throw up my guts out with a burning throat and throbbing chest.

Seriously feeling the raspy pain adorn my cords was not at all friendly since it's been repeating for some days, and I was not at all used to it, making me expect the similar feeling of my knees fall to the ground, with my hair already in a ponytail as expected, and just released the harsh remains of my meals like they were another kind of poison to me.

Stupid fucking food poisoning, you have a wonderful timing in my life apparently.

It's been a few days since everyone, or most part of the college left for the degrading camp, and since then me and Aria have been hanging out a lot. Or at least that's what I thought to myself.

I didn't really expect any texts or messages to come through my phone when it came to any part of the gang, and to be honest, I just wanted to isolate myself a lot from everyone. Mainly because I was trying to prevent myself from overthinking everything, and if I dwell onto thinking about what happened during the night of Hunter's party, I would breakdown harder this time.

Every single memory was slowly starting to come fresh into my mind, eating me alive at how that stupid yet impulsive act of actually sleeping with him would affect me this much, heck, I even told the guy that I liked him!

It was just too much to bare, so I mainly respected my lonesome ventures of just not even going outside of my room, and anyways, I would see Aria hang out with me whenever she could, and she seemed to be preoccupied with her own world.

But even though she was here with me occasionally, she's more with Caleb, and they are almost in the dating stage apparently, and it would always make me smile. I loved to see her happy when she talked about him, how much she liked him, and how well he treated her.

And even though she has nagged about wanting to hang out with me more, I would always encourage her to hang out with Caleb more. I wouldn't want to act like a liability to anyone,  or even become emotionally dependent on one of my friends, that would be cruel, and she's like in the honeymoon stage of her relationship per say.

At least someone was getting treated well here.

And now I sound like a whining little bitch.

So at times when I'm completely by myself, I would spend time writing useless romance stories in the newly bought diaries I got, or for that matter, just study to death. I don't have a huge friend circle and I preferred it that way, and I guess I could be considered as a lone wolf. It was the only available distraction I could get at hand, so I worked with it with no complaints.

Along with that, I would mostly isolate myself from everyone in school just to study by my own in the library or stay at home. I had no interest on going anywhere else in the city, and was sure as hell not stepping out of my comfort zone.

Because apparently, I could be a useless target to this Carter man, and I don't have any clue of who he is. For all I know I could be kidnapped and almost rapped again if I go to a store.

I quickly entered a bathroom stall and puked everything I ate yesterday with every ounce of little energy I had left in me. The vomit was vigorous against my throat, as my tongue burned and I sniffed my nose to feel even more horrible than before.