TRAPPED✅

TWENTY-FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

NALA's POV

Edited

I wake up to a hand wrapped around my body possessively. I am tempted to stay in the comfort of Don's arms, but I have to go to school. I move away quietly to get cleaned up.

I have my bath and get dressed in tight jeans and a strapless black top. I brush my hair and let it down.

I have no idea how I got to the room. Maybe Claire helped me or maybe Don.

Don, I have to talk to him before I leave for school. I go downstairs for breakfast.

"Morning," I say, smiling at Claire.

"You look horrible," Claire says, and I laugh.

"I know," I say in between laughter.

"I am just kidding."

"Really?"

"Yup. You are really beautiful."

I blush, "Thanks." I say.

"That's why Sir can't stop staring at you," she says.

"He does?" I ask in disbelief.

"Morning," came Don's voice. I turn to face him. His hair still has water dripping from it. He is incredibly hot.

"Pancakes?" Claire's voice brings me out of my staring.

"Sure. Thank you," I say. She serves.

"Thank you," I say, eating my food.

I feel Don's eyes on me as I eat. This makes me feel uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry," I mumble.

When he didn't say anything, I continue eating.

"Let's get you to school," he says as I eat the last piece of my food.

I feel a squeeze on my hand when I get down from the car.

"Be good," he says, and I nod.

"Bye," he says as he drives off.

Why do I feel so guilty?

"Nala," I hear Jordan call, and I ignore him. The last thing I want is another fight with Don.

I am walking to the tree after school when I hear my name.

"Nala, Nala, Nala," Willow calls. I stop and turn back.

"Wait up," Keiran says as they all run towards me.

"What's wrong?" Keiran asks.

"Nothing, guys. I'm fine."

"You look like you are deprived of pancakes," Dash says.

"I don't know guys.....I.....I...." I say, choking on my tears. I don't know why I am so weak. I was getting better.

"Don't cry," Willow says as she pats my back.

"It's Don....."

"What's wrong with him?" Sheldon asks.

"I think he is going to reject me," I say.

"Why do you think that?" Willow asks.