14

                                    

                                          


    Waking up to the sound of the alarm you set gave you some very intense deja vu from when you had started going to school a couple of months ago. Unfortunately for you, this place was anything but your bedroom. 
        You had set the alarm because you needed to continue what you had started yesterday. Of course, you were now terrified of handing out these notes, but it was necessary. It didn't help your nerves as you recalled your dreams from the night. They had been filled with him. A shiver ran down your spine from the thought. Your entire body felt scarred, even though there were no visible wounds. 
        You wished you could run to your mother and cry in her arms, or have another hallucination of her in your closet. But hell, what were the chances of that? Reaching over, you grabbed one of the large pillows. Closing your eyes, you tried to imagine that the pillow was your mother. You hugged it as tight as you could. Sitting there like that for a moment, you started feeling better. You got ready, brushing your teeth and hair, changing clothes, and getting breakfast from the guy that came in. Luckily, the guy wasn't super chatty and left fairly quickly. You didn't recognize him, so you assumed that he was probably a member.
        Making it to the hallway, you felt as if there was a heavy weight sitting in your chest. The places he had touched still tingled and burned, but you knew that it was all in your head. Am I finally losing it? When it had happened, it felt so different from Hayden. Ethan's touch had been rough and dominating, in a horrible way. Hayden had been gentle, and pleasant like a moist cake, unlike the disgusting surprise Beanboozled jellybean Ethan.
        Everything about love was disguised in a charade. Even though it presents itself as sweet and innocent, underneath the colorful exterior can be anything. 
        You knocked on Fjellrev's door with your arms crossed against your white clothing. Soon, you heard the door click open and you saw him standing on the other side. Despite it being morning, he was already fully dressed and cleaned. He wore a short-sleeved shirt with a cloth jacket and loose jeans, in all the usual colors of black.
        "You actually came," he said, a small smirk on his face. Rolling your eyes, you clicked your tongue.
        "I keep my-" Before you could finish, he grabbed your arm and dragged you in. Unfortunately, he grabbed the arm where you had a bruise so you let out a hiss of pain. Fjellrev shut the door once you were inside. Glaring at him, you felt your heartbeat race. You were furious, yes, but if you expressed that who knows how he would react.
        "Why did you do that?" you asked, trying to make sure your tone was level. 
        "There are cameras in the hallway, if you had finished saying what I think you were saying then we would have both been screwed," he explained. You then mutter a thanks, feeling stupid that you hadn't remembered the cameras. Fjellrev glanced down at the arm he had in his hand, noticing the bruise.
        "Did he do that?" he asked. You nodded.
        "Yeah, but I consider myself lucky that is all that I got." you sighed. "Now please let me go." 
        "Oh, yeah sorry," Fjellrev said, dropping your arm. You rubbed the part where he had gripped you. Scanning his room, you saw the cameras in the corners and remembered what he had told you about them yesterday.
        "So... are the cameras really not on?" you questioned, still suspicious. 
        "Yep! You can go look at them if you like." he offered. Narrowing your eyes, you shook your head.