Chapter 7

Waking up the next morning I quietly moaned at the cold air the touched my skin and brought the blanket up to my neck. Moving closer to the warm body next me I let out a sigh at the heat. My eyes opened immediately and I let my eyes skim the room searching for my phone. I found it on the table next to the bed and squinted my eyes at the bright light. Looking at the time I seen it read 10:56.
Knowing I had to leave, I took one last look at the guy next to me who just so happened to Leon and removed his arm from around my waist and got out of bed. I definitely did not want to deal with his little morning problem.
Putting back on my clothes from last night I searched the hotel room for a piece of paper and pen and left a quick note for him and some money for the hotel room. Once I left the room I headed into a bathroom and put on my guy stuff getting prepared to head back to the school.
Sure, go ahead. Call me the slut. It's the typical label that society will give to those who enjoy sex every once in a while. I've embraced it, but don't get me wrong now. I'm not like Caiden who lives on the stuff and needs a new person in my bed every night. Like I said, it's an every once in a while thing for me.
I checked the time on my phone and the bus schedule. I couldn't help but let out a sigh in relief when I just made the scheduled bus and made it back to the school by 11:10. I would usually take my skateboard but I chose not to. I made my way into the school and scrunched up my nose at the smell of cologne everywhere. You could definitely tell this was an all-boys school.
"Jason, man!" Nick yelled from the down the hallway walking over to me. "Where were you last night? The girls there were hot. A bunch of easy freshman"
"Oh, um, I went out instead. I had a little bit of fun of my own,” I told him, I mean it was the truth except I was the girl and Leon was the guy. “Can we catch up later, maybe? I really have to go."
"Nice, man, I see someone isn't exactly sticking with his plans to just stay focused on his studies,” Nick said winking and I rolled my eyes before waving and making my way up the stairs, not bothering with the elevator.
I reached my room and slid the key in the door and headed in. I took a quick shower and changed into fresh clothes before leaving my room again. I had to go see what my dad was doing since I doubt he was setting up his room still. He was one of those impulsive, set up-three-weeks-before type of guy.
When I reached his room, I was surprised to find him not alone. He was laughing with a woman. My stomach clenched, what if mom was right? Would my dad forget about Jeffery? Would he forget about me? What about my mom? How could he just leave her alone? I mean I would be moving out soon and Jeffery only has a few more years, but still I thought our family was going great. I was always happy with the fact that my parents are one of the few couples that didn't get divorced. It would kill me if they did.
I studied how relaxed he was with the woman. She was tall, skinny, and had the perfect body with all of her curves in the right places. She has long beautiful hair that looked like Ariana Grande's, yet a bright blonde. She was the typical image of a woman who a man that's having his midlife crisis would cheat with. I frowned as he gestured for her to sit down and handed her a coffee. So those morning when he would leave early and we wouldn't see him till about 11 p.m. he was with some other woman.
Don't jump to conclusions. He may just be having a conference.
That's a good point, but what conference does a teacher offer coffee? Why not a cup of water? Coffee was some expensive stuff.
"What are you doing?" I jumped and placed my hand on my heart that felt like it was moving a hundred miles per hour. I looked up at the voice and frowned when I saw it was only Caiden.
Great, the ass is here.
"Shh," I said and pulled him down on the ground and peered in the window and sighed in relief when I saw they were still just talking, their conversation undisturbed.
"Stalking can bring you to prison,” he said, his face blank of emotion as always.
"I'm not stalking,” I said defensively, sending him a glare before peeking through the window once again.
"Yeah, sure,” he replied rolling his eyes. When his leg accidentally touched mine I jumped a little.
"You shave your legs? You are weirder than I thought,” he was about to stand up but I pulled him back down.
"I thought it was pretty obvious I only do girls," Caiden said looking annoyed and I scoffed.
Make that a cocky asshole.
"I don't want to have sex with you."
"By the fact that you're still holding my hand doesn't make your statement very believable," Caiden said and I felt myself frown when I looked over and saw his face hard.
He's like a rock with only one look.
I only rolled my eyes and quickly let go of his hand. "Can you um not tell anyone about this?" I asked awkwardly.
"About you trying to hold my hand or about you stalking the English teacher?" Caiden questioned and I clenched my fists, stopping myself from punching him like I wanted to.
"I wasn't trying to hold your hand,” I said looking at him with narrowed eyes.
"Whatever, freak," Caiden said coldly before standing up and heading down the hallway. Rolling my eyes, I peeked through the window to see the lady standing up. My eyes widened, quickly realizing she was probably leaving and I was still sitting in front of the door. I quickly did some ninja roll and moved from in front of the door.
Ninja roll?
Okay, maybe I just moved to the side, but same difference.
I stood up and rushed down the hallway.
That was too close.
I placed my hand on my stomach when it growled loudly. The noise making it sound like there was a whale swimming around in there. I cringed from the noise and decided to head over to the cafeteria. Walking in, the cafeteria was pretty empty since most people were either eating off of campus or were in class. I scanned the room for a good and empty table. I felt pretty content when I found one in the back of the room. I filled up a plate of food and after paying I went and sat by myself, enjoying the taste of pasta. University food is definitely better than that high school crap they give you.
It was much nicer too. In the front of the room there was an area where they were cooking the food right in front of you, not like hibachi, but you'd be able to see them making it as you're getting your food. They also served you too. My favorite part of the whole thing was if you went to the next section they had a whole setup of desserts. All different types of cake sitting on plates on the nice stand. Then another area a few feet away was just different types of drinks. It looked like a restaurant with all the tables having white cloths over them.
Definitely an Ivy League school.
I looked up from my food when I saw Leon and a few other guys joined me. I swallowed the food in my mouth and looked at them curiously, avoiding eye contact from Leon specifically,
"Hi?" I said awkwardly as I took a spoonful of rice and teriyaki chicken, stuffing it in my mouth. I chewed slowly as I watched a wide smile slide on Leon's face.
"Jason, I don't know if you remember me or not, but I'm Leon,” he said taking a sip of his pop.
"Yeah, I remember you,” I said moving my spoon around and playing with my food.
"This is Ashton and Cam,” he introduced his friends and sent them a nod.
"Sup." Ashton said sending me a nod back.
"Do you live around here?" Cam asked me and I hesitated, did I? I don't know how far my lie was supposed to go.
“Yeah."
"You know you look familiar. Do you have a sister by any chance?" Leon asked and I quickly shoved some rice in my mouth to stall. That questioned was random. Taking a sip of my Lemonade, I shook my head.
"Nope,” I responded and he nodded, not dropping his gaze. My phone vibrated causing me to jump a little. I took the chance to avoid a conversation and pulled it out of my pocket. I smiled when I had a text from Mia.
Always the lifesaver.

------------To: Claire From: Mia
Liam is back. Just saw him @ the store in LA.

My face paled as memories of a familiar midnight blue haired boy popped in my head. I clenched my fists angry that he was back in America and didn't tell me.

------------To: Mailroom: Claire
Tell him to go to hell.