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g food after denying myself for so long. The lecture felt draining, despite it being my favorite subject. I watched as the other soaked up every word that came out of the professor's lips. I wanted to take my pills, but I noticed that I was becoming too depen

ped my bag, it had been too heavy. I bent to retrieve it. Someone's shadow fell over me, making me jerk back up with the bag that I'd managed to grab. Two familiar arms landed beside my head, caging me in between him

g my forehead. I hadn't noticed it before, but I was ridiculously small this close to him. It was a glaring difference. He was taller, broader, and bulkier. I felt inadequate

his deep voice rumbled, making my

culty. The heat coming off him warmed my skin. I noticed movements from the corner of my eyes. We were not alone,

ier making my eyes widen further. He had everyone's atte

e, but the warmth of it was assuring. I'd always wanted him to hold my hand, I couldn't believe it was happening. It was like everything was happening but I was outside my body, experiencing it. I heard the vicious whis

e him some distance, since being close to him gave me no room to think. I shoul

. He didn't seem to like it, but I needed to stop cari

ge came from, I didn't even stutter. Ever since the incident outside the restroom, I'd grown defensive. I didn't want to get hurt by him again. Once was hard enough. He watched m

't trust me and all" he jabbed, then his

what he said to me, and now he needed my help. "I find that hard to believe. Keena

it's obvious you are sick". He said unrepentantly. I wanted to scream at him or slap him to wipe the entitled look off his fac

it when he spoke. "I want you to pret

ybe I was still on my bed. Dreaming and making up this conversation. The Keenan I knew didn't need to beg anyone to be a fake girlfriend, every girl he spok

annoying," he said and my brain caught up with what he'd called me. He

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