Tangled Love

CHAPTER 13

I'm completely drenched with rain, head to toe.

My hair is soaking wet and clings to my forehead unattractively as I run under some shelter. I squint my eyes and look around to take advantage of someone with an umbrella. No luck. I sigh and mentally prepare myself to make a sprint for the college doors.

Three. . . Two. . . One.

I run as fast as I psychically can, internally crying as my converse slaps against the wet floor. Pain immediately flares up my side from the simple movement and I wince as I make it to the doors. The pain is much more frequent now and I don't know whether my body can handle this beating. I close my eyes, leaning against the wall for a moment as I struggle to brave the pain.

Moments pass and I inhale deeply before entering. I ignore the amused look from my classmates and head straight for the bathroom.

I let out a groan as I come face to face with my appearance, my hair is a frizzy mess and mascara runs down my cheeks. As for my clothes. . . They stick to me uncomfortably, the material heavy with rain.

The door is pushed open and Ivory walks in, one of my classmates. She takes one look at me and burst into fits of laughter. I scowl and pout at her, signalling for her to pass me some paper towels.

"Do you need some help Emily?" She giggles, handing me a wad of paper towels. I raise my brows —

laugh is infectious and

I'll be back in a

 real hairdryer but did little to tame my mass of hair. I groan again, running my fingers through it as I attempt to make it look more presentable. The door

the only dry clothes

you, you're a lifesaver." I smile at her

welcome Em, see you in class!" She yells over the cubicle door and I hear her leave, allowing me

times too big and when I pull it on, a familiar scent of cologne mixed with the slightest hint of

belong to Jake

to my legs and pull over Jake's shorts. It's a good job I shaved recently.

minute I let go, they fall round my ankles comically.

the floor. I place them over the heaters in an attempt to dry them.

I decide to remove all my makeup as it's already ruined, streaking down my cheeks. A bruise that hasn't faded yet underneath my eye stares back at me. It's definitely noticeable but to me I can see it stick out like

Nothing. Nada. Zilch.

bruise again. I'd hide behind my hair and If anyone asked, I'd say I hit myself in the face

I'm late to class too.

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