Easton's Got a Secret

Chapter.6

Easton P.O.V
I walked into my dorm late at night on Sunday half asleep. I closed the door locking it behind me before walking into my bed room. I sat my bag down and face planted I to my bed groaning. I gotta pee. I don't feel like it though. I sighed getting up and walking to the bathroom after changing my clothes and putting my pajamas on. I walked into the bathroom and quickly peed. I then washed my face and brushed my teeth looking at myself in the mirror. I took my grills out...

I remember when I got them and I loved how I looked in them, but I wanted to try something new. My teeth were still white and straight. I didn't have my grills for a super long time and I made sure to take good care of my teeth. I wasn't tryna have yuck mouth.

I kinda want to get some tattoos. Well some more. I'm glad I don't have any classes tomorrow so maybe I'll see if anyone had any available spots.

I pulled my shirt up looking at my toned stomach. Body goals for real. I look good. I walked out of the bathroom and ran into a person.

"Hey East," Apollo greeted making me look up at him. It's hard to see him in the dark. I can't see shit.

"Wassup," I said to him trying to walk around him.

"Wait. Did you bring me a plate?" He asked me.

"No," I spoke trying to walk around him again, but he stopped me. "What nigga? I didn't bring you shit back. I forgot ok,"

Why am I so irritated? He just annoyed me.

"Alright relax. I'm just...checking on you. Are you ok?" He asked me as I nodded my head.

"Yea can I go to sleep now or are you about to stay in my face all night. I just got back I don't have time for an interrogation," I said to him pushing him out of the way.

"Easton are you ok? You're being more mean than you usually are. I was just asking you a question I haven't. See-,"

"Seen me in two days. It's been two days and you're not my nigga. I don't understand why you feel the need to sniff my ass," I spoke as he chuckled nodded his head.

"You're right...I'm sorry. Goodnight Easton," He said to me walking back into his room. I sighed going into my own room laying down.

Why am I so fucking agitated?! I just hate clingy niggas. You don't need to touch me to ask a question or stop me from walking away. You don't need to read my text or "check" me when I talk to niggas. You're not my nigga. Wassup with him?

I got into my bed and sighed getting a weird feeling in my stomach.

I'll just sleep it off.

The next morning I woke hearing someone knock on my door making me groan. I opened my eyes looking at it sighing.

"What?" I answered groaning as I felt extreme pain in my lower half.

Fuck me...

Shark week.

I always have unbearable pain when it's that time of the month and never gets better. Well through the days it does because it seems my first day is always the worst. But I mens over time. You think the pain would get better. They're debilitating. I held my stomach and curled up as he walked into my room.

Fuck...my sheets. Why didn't I get that dumb ass app like Dream suggested? Usually I know when it's about to happen, but I guess not all the time.

"Are you good? I was gonna say I made you some breakfast, but-are you about to cry?" He asked me as I ignored him taking a deep breath. "Uh, East?"

"Leave me alone bro. Get the fuck out," I said to him frowning up my face. I gotta get up and clean myself up, but I also don't wanna move.

He walked over to me and pulled my covers back maybe me try to grab them, but it was too late. I looked down seeing the blood everywhere making me look straight ahead as tears feel from my eyes.