Chapter 12

♡ Lauren’s POV ♡ I awoke to see the sun streaming in through the open curtains. I must have forgotten to put it down before I went to bed last night. My eyes tingled as I tried to adjust to the relentless sun. A snore came from the bed opposite me. Vicky's body was facing me, her hair tangled over her face, and the only thing I could see was her open mouth making a grunting sound. The window between our beds gave me enough light to see vomit still on the floor. Looks like she threw up closer to my bed than I thought. Looks like she threw up a whole bucket. I cringed when I realized I might have to jump over the vomit to get to her side of the bathroom. I slowly got out of bed, making sure I didn't step into the vomit, and jumped up. But I lost my footing and fell into Vicky's sleep state. She let out a muffled moan and pushed me away aggressively. My body slammed into the cold floor, and I heard the crash and sobbed. "Damn it, Lauren! 'she cried, looking down at me from the bed and watching me writhe in pain. I stared into her emerald eyes, hoping she would feel the intensity of the hatred I felt for her now. "It's not my fault! I tried to jump over your vomit but slipped and that wouldn't have happened if you'd cleaned up your mess.” I said I was tired of her being so mean to me when I was the one who always helped her when she needed help. I groaned and stood up. Her head followed my movements, and her eyes became angry cracks. She sat back down and glared at me. "What did you say to me, bitch? "Her voice was full of resentment. "What you want to hear.” I rolled my eyes as I walked to the bathroom. "You'll fucking pay for this, you fucking slut! ” I heard her scream behind the closed door. Heard a slight thumping sound hit the barrier separating us. I've heard it so many times that it doesn't affect me anymore. I laughed when I heard her and took off my clothes to take a shower. When I was satisfied enough, I left. I walked softly to the door, my wet hair dripping on the tiled floor. I realized I didn't have a towel and cursed myself. I opened the door quietly and looked out. Vicky's pillow was blocking my path, and I concluded that the pillow she had thrown on the door was making a banging sound. I picked it up and walked out of the bathroom, using it as a shield to cover my naked body. Vicky wasn't in the room and I was furious when I saw that she wasn't bothering to clean up the vomit. This disgusting substance makes me sick, but I refuse to let my guard down. Does she think I'm gonna clean it up? I'm tired of cleaning up her mess. She had to. It was her vomit. The ringing of my telephone caught my attention. The sound came from my bag, and ALL I remember is that I didn't take it last night. I ate the apple and went straight to bed and forgot about it. I took it out of the bag and answered the phone without looking at the caller. I froze as Magee's seductive deep voice came over the loudspeaker. "Good morning, little mouse.” He was in such a good mood when he greeted him early this morning that I wondered what put him in such a good mood. "Hey nerd, I hope you didn't faint. I mean, I know I have a sexy voice, but fainting is a little too much.” He cackled, his hoarse voice ringing in my ears and making my whole body shake. The way he spoke sounded as if he was trying to seduce me over the phone. The way he talked to me, as if we were long-lost lovers, confused me. The way his sexy voice spoke to me did something bad to my innocent body. "Good morning, Magee.” I was silent for five minutes when I finally answered, but it might have been a minute. I had the phone tucked between my shoulder and ear, and as I made my way to the closet, I realized I was still soaking wet and naked. I grabbed the white towel and dried myself off, listening to Magee's voice. "Did you sleep well, then? "He asked, as if he wanted to talk to me "Well, yes, I slept well.” I hesitated to answer. His sudden telephone call so puzzled me that I could hardly speak. He paused awkwardly, then cleared his throat. My hand touched a soft piece of material in the drawer and I pulled it out. It was a light blue cotton dress that came a little above my knees. Hoping it would still fit me, I decided to wear it. Yesterday was the last day we were allowed to wear school uniforms. Since we are now senior students, they allow us to wear our own clothes until graduation. "So, will you come over after class to finish the project? ""He asked hopefully. "Yes, I will, but I may get there a little late.” I told him as I covered myself with soft material. My wet hair hung limp over my shoulders and I decided to let it go, hoping to blow dry it on the way to school. It fitted me so well that I walked over to the long mirror to take a look at my figure. My hips stick out and I can't help but think I do look fat. "Will you be busy with the many men parading in your room? "His voice suddenly became angry and I struggled to understand what had caused all this. "What are you talking about? I asked, annoyed that he thought I was sleeping everywhere. "You didn't answer my question, so why should I answer yours? "His angry voice spat out of the phone. He made me furious, and when I finished his call, I suddenly became brave. I might regret it later. I put my phone in my bag and slipped on my black flats. I grabbed my bag and threw it over my shoulder and set off. When I arrived at the hall, I had a strange feeling that I was being watched. The look went right through me, and I just knew it was Magee. Only he can make me feel that way. "Lauren, why the fuck did you get off the phone! ” I could hear Magee's voice as he strode angrily toward me. All right, here comes my comeuppance.