Hated (Complete)

Chapter 42

After that, Craig walked me to class.

Then, when he left, I went to the bathroom, to see that I had a really noticeable hickey.

I have a hickey on my neck. Oh god. I can't go to class! What if someone asks me? That's too much pressure!

I have to do something.

I hear the bathroom door open, and I slap a hand to my hickey and spin around.

I see Craig standing there.

"Hey Tweekers. What are you doing here?" He asks.

I continue holding my hand to my neck, "C-Craig! What am I-I supposed t-to do about th-this?!" I ask.

Craig gives me a confused look, "About what?"

I remove my hand, "It's r-really noticeable!"

Craig chuckles, "Calm down, Tweekers. It's fine. It's not even that noticeable."

I turn and look in the mirror again, "I-It's really n-noticeable! I can't g-go to class l-like this!"

"We could go home," he says.

"I-I can't! My p-parents will k-kill me!" I reach up and pull my hair.

Craig sighs and holds my wrists.

Then he looks like he has an idea. He smirks at me.

"We could go to my house."