Chapter 11

♡ Lauren’s POV ♡ Is this person a pervert? I've strangled him a hundred times in my heart. I rushed to grab the phone.” Delete it, you sick bastard.” He laughed merrily as he placed the phone on his right hand and switched it to his left. I keep switching directions but I can't reach my phone, "I am a pervert, ha ha, you can't catch it.” Can he be more childish? I cursed him a hundred more times in my mind. I tried to grab his phone until I lost my footing and fell on top of him. He was still sitting in the chair in front of the computer, and I was between his legs. My hand was on his chest, and our faces were only five centimeters apart. I looked into his blue eyes, which seemed to contain deep emotion. He reached up and touched the swelling on my forehead, which would have turned purple by now. I fell in the cafeteria at noon. 'Who did it? 'he asked fiercely. "Can't you guess who it is? I replied with resentment. After all, he had caused it all. His eyes narrowed dangerously and he looked at me quietly. Feeling a little awkward, I prepared to stand up. But he suddenly put his hand on my ass and slapped me back. His chest was heaving violently. I opened my mouth and let out a groan of surprise. He stared at my mouth and edged closer. I felt my heart stop beating. At this time, my stomach came "purr" sound. I just realized I haven't eaten all day. Embarrassed, I quickly slipped out of his control and stood up. He laughed aloud as if he had found something amusing. Doesn't he ever feel hungry? I was so embarrassed that I wanted to crawl under it. After a while, he wiped away the tears of laughter and stood up.” Come on, there's food in the kitchen.” I was really hungry, and when I heard there was food, I didn't say no. He first offered me a box of cookies from the fridge, then microwaved a carton of milk and pizza. This is when I finally feel like he's a man and not a beast. However, my affection for him did not last long. He may have been intimidated by my voracious appetite. Because I heard him say, "Are you a pig? Hungry by five.” "Shut up.” I don't like to get angry at dinner. The best way is to shut him up. He raised his eyebrows at me and said nothing more. For the rest of the time, I focused on eating the food on the table while he sat next to me with his hand on his face and watched me eat as if I was having fun eating. As I was eating the last slice of pizza, he suddenly raised his finger to the corner of my mouth. I guessed crumbs had stuck to the corners of my mouth, so I stuck out my tongue and licked my lips, but the crumbs were nowhere to be found. His eyes suddenly deepened and his face moved slowly toward me until his lips touched mine. He opened his lips and brushed them lightly against mine. I stared in horror at his face so close to me that I felt the whole world stop. Soon, he removed his lips. I was holding the last slice of pizza and looking at him in shock. What just happened? Why did he kiss me? Perhaps seeing through my confusion, he reached out and scratched his hair. "Ahem," he said sheepishly, "this is how I clean myself.” What? What a strange excuse. He said nothing more and couldn't look me in the eye. His eyes were rolling. Feeling awkward, I put my pizza down and said, "It's getting late. I should get back.” Although it is only five o 'clock, it is not dark yet. "I'll get my bag.” To escape the awkward situation, I rushed upstairs to his bedroom and picked up my schoolbag. When I picked up my bag and turned around to go out, I saw him standing at the door with a bottle of alcohol. He cleared his throat and hesitantly said, "Can you wipe the alcohol for me? "He pointed to a scratch on his neck as he entered the room. I was too shy to say no, so I nodded. He lovingly sat down on the bed and handed me the alcohol and cotton. I threw my bag on the bed and began to wipe his wounds with cotton. As I was working hard, I felt his glowing eyes on my face, and his breath on my forehead made me feel my whole body warm. I couldn't look him in the eye, so I stood up hurriedly. I kicked the chair next to me and almost fell over. He grabbed my side just in time to steady me. I saw his blue eyes fixed on me and said tenderly, "See you tomorrow, same place, for our project.” I suddenly felt something in those eyes that I'd never seen before. I forced myself to wake up and said, "Ok, see you tomorrow.” He left his house quickly. I had no idea how I got down the stairs, and when I got to the first floor of the building I still couldn't believe what had just happened. The scariest part is, I love being close to him. I love his kisses. How could I give in so easily? What was I doing? Why would I help him when he could wipe alcohol in front of a mirror? Damn. I hadn't forgotten that he was the bully who had bullied me since I was a kid, but I couldn't deny my feelings for him. I can't believe I fucking like him. In the midst of my incessant remorse and self-condemnation, I returned to my dorm room. Because I was so focused on Magee and what had just happened to me, I didn't notice Vicky sitting on her bed in the dorm putting on her Martens. "Hey bitch, you look like you ate dog shit.” Her style of speaking has never changed. She wore smoky makeup, a leather coat and skirt, and what looked like a heavy chain. I know she's off to kick off her night out. Happily, the dormitory was soon my own again. She came over with gum in her mouth and gave me a contemptuous look. He shouldered me before he left. I don't want to argue with her. I just want her to leave. Sure enough, she soon left the dormitory. I closed the door, threw my bag on the bed, and fell back on the bed. So many things happened today, from being photographed to being kissed by Magee, it all feels unreal. I lay down in bed and soon fell into a deep sleep. In the middle of the night, I was awakened from sleep by a rude knock at the door. I didn't have to guess it was Vicky. I didn't think she'd be back tonight. I thought she'd be out having a great night. But for now, I can only pray that she has not returned with her male companion. Dazed, I walked to the door and opened it. There was a drunk Vicky holding on to the doorframe. When she saw me, she pushed me away with force, and then she went into the room and threw herself into her quilt. I had hardly laid down when I heard the sound of vomiting. Damn it. Vicky must have thrown up on the floor. But I'm not going to clean her up. It's time for her to take responsibility for her actions.