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A/N: This chapter seems fast paced but also not fast paced since its the longest chapter I've written?? Okay anyways, you're about to be mind boggled— ew I really just said boggled. Sometimes I act like I'm 60 Instead of 16. LOL OKAY ENJOY!  also idk if u want to or not but like if u vote on my chapters it would make me soooooo happy but i mean it's up to u luv💞 


                          
Angie
                          
two days before it happened
                          
Lavender. 
                          
That's what he smells like, that's what his shirt—crew neck smells like. 
                          
When he pulled my hair back when I was emptying my stomach out, I felt safe. He made me feel safe, even if it was for a minute. 
                          
It was the same feeling I felt at the nurses office. 
                          
I'm still wearing it, his crew neck. 
                          
It feels so perverted, smelling his shirt without him knowing. I'm sleeping in it for goodness sake. I think I can admit to myself that I'm a creep. 
                          
I think about today. I think about how he held my hair back. I think about how he stayed with me even though he wanted to go on rides. I think about how he held my hand, and the warmth it spread all over my body. I think about him. 
                          
And how he triggered the fuck out of me by calling me Angelica. 
                          
Who even told him about my name? Everyone knows that I don't like being called by that. Shakespeare might be a touristy place, filled with new people coming in all the time but everyone— the locals know I hate being called Angelica. They don't question it. 
                          
But he does, so explain it to him. 
                          
Never. 
                          
Why should I tell him about something so personal? He doesn't care. He's just bored and I'm available. Is this how these people work their minds? Like hey, let's go fuck around with Angie for a bit. 
                          
Pisses the living hell out of me. 
                          
It pisses me off how I liked the way my name sounded on his tongue. It sounded so foreign but it was like it belonged to him. 
                          
What the heck am I saying? 
                          
I don't care about him or my name on his tongue. 
                          
"Hey, can I come in?" 
                          
I lose my train of thought, my eyes wander to Mama. "Of course." 
                          
She walks inside and sits on my bed, "How was tonight?"
                          
"It was... Fun." I'm not gonna tell her about how I felt and how I threw up. It would erase the bright smile on her face. 
                          
She eyes my top. 
                          
"It's Caspians." 
                          
She raises her brows, "Caspian was there too? That's good. He should go out and have fun, meet some new people." 
                          
"He's a pretty kind guy." 
                          
"I can see that especially since you're wearing his top." 
                          
"Mama!" 
                          
"Sorry... Sorry!" She starts laughing, "You can't blame me, it's kind of odd to see you in a boys shirt."
                          
"He gave it to me because he was hot." No, because I was cold. 
                          
I move towards my table, "He's still coming tomorrow right?"