~+ Clean +~ •Lovertation•

~+ Chapter 13 +~

"That's— Lover, that's not fair," I said, straightening up, my eyebrows furrowing.

"Rep, I get it, your mother... passed, but you still could've stayed and talked to me about it. That's what I'm here for, baby," Lover said, reaching out to me and gently running her hand up and down my arm.

"Lover, I didn't wanna talk, I wanted to get shitfaced, and that's exactly what I did," I sighed out, moving away from her.

"...You got drunk??" Lover blinked, glancing at me concerned.

"Yeah, okay? I got drunk. Wasted, trashed. It was fun. I'm gonna be late for class, I—" I started, starting to move along.

Lover pulled me back, looking up at me scared and slightly angry. "Rep, you can't get drunk before school! You shouldn't be getting drunk at all, that's not how you should cope with your mom—" she tried, before I cut her off, anger flooding my tone.

"No! You don't get to say anything about coping, Lover, look at your wrists," I snapped, shoving her back.

Lover looked at me with wide eyes, slight disbelief, slight betrayal flooding in her eyes, letting out a little cry as she fell back and hit the floor of the bathroom as I shoved her.

I gasped, kneeling down beside her. "Fuck, sweet girl, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"Just— go to class, Rep. Leave me alone," she murmured, rubbing the back of her head and pulling herself off the ground.

I helped her up, glancing at her. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? I'm sorry—" I continued.

"No, stop! Rep, go away!" She shouted at me, leaning against the sink.

My mouth fell open and shut as I attempted to scramble for words, letting out a deep sigh and walking away, blinking tears away.

'Don't cry, crying is for bitches, Reputation,' my dad's voice rang out in my head, causing me to shake my head and raise it up, straightening my posture and trying to appear confident.

I walked quickly towards my class, sitting quickly down in the chair and tossing my backpack on the floor.

Shit, I have to go home later. Fuck, I'm gonna get hit. I need to run down to the store and pick up more concealer...

I steadied my breathing as the few other kids entered the class and my favorite teacher came into the classroom.

Mr. Gatsby sat down at his desk as the lesson started, and it flew by in a flash as I rested my head in my hands, trying to force off the pounding of it.

I groaned as the bell rang, putting my head in my arms as nausea crept up my body.

"Okay, everyone, that's class dismissed! Um, Reputation, can you stay after class for a few?" Mr. Gatsby smiled, opening the door as the class filtered out.

I sat back against the desk, crossing my legs and my arms as I looked up at him, trying to mask my uncomfortable expression.

"Hey. Um, today during class, you seemed really off, almost... in pain? I just wanted to make sure you're okay, because students's safety is our main priority at this school," he smiled, sitting down on his desk.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Hungover, but fine," I said with a sigh, getting up and grabbing my bag.

"Woah, woah. Hungover?" He said, his expression furrowing as he placed his hand on my arm.

I flinched back, bringing my arms up a bit in instinct as my dad had been on my mind all day "Um. Yeah. Just have some shit going on. Everything's chill," I sighed, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Hold on, we should talk about that. Why are you hungover? You're 17," he stammered out with disbelief, gently pulling me to sit in a chair.

"Cause I got drunk. Basic logic." I murmured, fidgeting with my nails.

The man sighed, looking at me with an unreadable expression. "That's not what I meant, and you know it," he sighed. "Rep, why were you drunk?" He rephrased, raising an eyebrow.

"Like I said. I had shit going on." I shrugged, shifting in my seat, the discomfort clear on my face.

"That's not a clear answer. Reputation, I need you to tell me. It's my job as a teacher to make sure everyone in my class is okay," he said, his eyes studying my expression.

"I... my mom, kinda... died... and I fucked up my relationship, so... I got fucking hammered," I explained quietly, looking outside and watching as the rain came pouring down onto the grass, splattering the window.

"Your mother... passed?" Gatsby said, taking in the information I told him. "Okay. Um, obviously, I'm going to need to inform the school and your father about what you've told me—" he started, as my head snapped towards him and my eyes widened in fear.

"No, no, no, no, you can't tell my dad, he'll— just, you can't tell him, please," I stuttered, shooting up in my seat.

Mr. Gatsby raised an eyebrow at my reaction, crossing his arms and leaning back against his desk. "What will he do?" The man pushed, studying me.

"Nothing, he's— you just— you can't tell him anything," I stammered, standing up and grabbing my bag.

"Reputation, I don't want to do this, but if you don't tell me why I can't call your father, I'm going to have to call him anyway." He sighed, his face concerned.

"I... he'll... he's... he's gonna kick my ass. You can't tell him..." I murmured, stepping away from him and going back towards the door.

"Oh." Gatsby breathed out. "I... kid, I'm sorry. I have to tell the school. Y-you're getting... actively... abused, that's... I have to tell the school," he continued.

I leaned forward against the desk, rubbing my face with my hands then resting my head in my hands, staring at the desk in front of me in fear.

"Um. I'm fine. I have to go." I forced out, keeping my head down as I grabbed my bag and left.

I walked down the hallway to my next class with a shaky sigh, ignoring the words from Gatsby as I rushed away.

What the fuck did I just do?

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A/n: haha

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