11 No Accident

In the bathrooms, I traced Freya's face with a wet towel. Guilt lingered unto me as I envisioned O'Conner's smug grin as he rose his shoulders innocently. Damn idiot. A pathetic sigh slipped from my lips. I'm like his dog, I thought bitterly.

Freya attentively kept her blue eyes on me through the mirror. "You know this isn't your fault right?" she spoke up.

I bit my inner lip in frustration so she wouldn't notice. Not my fault? Yeah right. "I know," I mumbled through my mouth. It hadn't felt right to keep what happened from her, yet I had been compelled to. Freya paused the motion of my hand as she latched hers unto it.

"I'm serious," she urged, "It wasn't a big deal Lacey."

Freya attempting to ease me only worsened my guilt. I attempted a smile as I swapped the towel with another that laid on the sink, which I had prepared. "Just let me be sad for you okay?" I replied, sneaking a subtle laugh between my sentence. The words didn't quite fit right coming from my voice.

She giggled in response. "Okay Lacey," she grinned.

I subconsciously trailed the paper, brown towel up whilst bristling against her soften, red like lips. Freya flinched as her breath entangled itself into her throat. I internally smirked, though this had been far from the time for such motives. I lowered the brown paper unto her tan, apparent collar bone. I scraped it in a delicate manner, sliding it from one end to the other. I knew from her displacement that it shot a tingled down spine.

I tossed the paper unto the sink.

"Nothing else?" Freya cleared her throat awkwardly.

I hummed in thought. She reversed herself to her right to come eye to eye with me. My eyes lingered unto a spot of sauce laying unto her upper cheekbone, which I purposely overlooked. I rose my finger to her jaw, then traced up gradually to the clump of sauce. I sensed her tense under my touch. I swapped the sauce unto my finger tip.

My voice subtlety softened, "You're done." I internally smirked as my eyes met hers.

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Freya's Prov.

Again, this girl was trouble. Chills coursed up my spine while just recalling the moment Lacey pulled me into a loop. I'm never like this. The paper brushing against my lips, that had been held by her hand, caused me to cease my breathing. The way she gradually motion her hand across my collarbone gripped my stomach into a knot.

Then to plant the cherry on top, the moment she finger glided across the surface of my cheek as she started from my chin. In that point of time, all I been able to do was lock unto her face. Her flawless, fine toned skin blended in perfection to the locks of scarlet hair that settled aside her face. Those dark eyes highlighted her overall features. I, often, would avoid observing her. It sent trickles of a thrilling shiver into me each time I became aware of her beauty.

As, Lacey Bennett, had been outspokenly beautiful.

My clothing still being stained had been an issue for me, though Lacey managed to wipe all the liquids clean from my upper body. She offered to accompany me to the nurse's office, since I would have to ask for a new set of clothes, but I refused.

She already had her friends to return to who hadn't known we disappeared. And well, a stroll to smooth my mind would have done me some good.

My thoughts clung unto Lacey, debating why I didn't protest and denied pushing her away. She wasn't a indecent person or difficult to be in the presence of. In fact, she fell into being the polar opposite. I found myself gravitating toward her, much like how one would want to be friends with a person since they found them attractive. Or, at least, I assumed that had been a normal reaction to encounter.

Friends were, what one would call, few and far between for me. The ones I did retain had been those my parents hadn't approved of. Those friends didn't cause trouble, weren't impolite, or even provoked peer pressure unto me. A single girl and her childhood friend had an arguable addition to weed. I respected their decisions, wouldn't have judged them. Though, that was the only fault you could dig up, it had been reason enough.

Or that is what my mother would insist. I knew her reasoning was directed unto that single girl, and the rest of them were just being punished for it. The other three hadn't held a single crime than being associated with her. It would be a war to attempt an outing with them. Frequently, I'd just take it upon myself to sneak out my home or just lean unto lying.

This all resulted into a sticky mess because of no other than me. It had been my fault. It began with that single girl my mother didn't want me associated with.

And with Lacey, I was frightened history would undoubtedly repeat itself. In some instances it already had begun to. Yet, I conveniently overlooked those. Maybe I had been begging for history to repeat, and take another route this time. Being with Lacey had a feeling of playing with fire... and you know what they say, playing with fire gets you burned.

Withdrawing from my inner thoughts, I found myself already seated in the nurse's office. She had just finished a brief conversation with my mother. The nurse hung the phone unto it's pad, then shifted to address me.

"Your mom will be coming to pick you up," she informed me.

I briefly nodded my head.

I wonder how I'm going to explain this? I peered unto my stained clothing, debating whether I should state the truth or entangle myself into a fancy lie. I sighed. If I told the truth, I'd have to mention Lacey's existence to my mom.

Twenty Minutes Later

A women sporting waves of gleaming, chestnut hair with thick red lipstick came directing herself toward the nurse's office. Her professional styled long shelve popped a sandy yellow, which paired themselves with cropped true religion jeans. A smile coated her lips as she spotted me. I couldn't manage to make out her eyes through her thin, washed out grey Gucci sunglasses.

I exited the school grounds that women moments later. That women, of course, had been no other than my mother. It had been amusing to me how you could barely recognize her transformation from the kitchen into appearing at my school.

I awkwardly hauled my feet along the parking lot at her side. Usually I'd feel comfort upon seeing my mother, yet, not today. I figured because I had decided to tell her the truth of the events of my lunch.

"So, what happened?" My mom inquired in a rather harsh tone, "Do I need to call someone's parents? Have your father make an appearance to the principal?"

I chuckled lightly. "No mom."

My mom crossed a smile into my direction. "Well that's good," her voice became relaxed, "I pulled you from school because I thought someone was picking on you," her arm slung around my shoulder as she drew me into side hug, "Guess you can just relax for the rest of the day... but I would like to know how food ended up on that shirt I bought you."

I nodded my head in understanding. "I'll tell you once we get into the car."

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