His Slut Of The Week || Wattys 2016

I Will Behave

I haven't had a day like this in a long time. My chest felt heavy and my mind was cloudy. Everything around me felt like it was moving in slow motion but so quickly at the same time that I couldn't keep up with it.

I avoided everything and everyone today. Steven might have told one of the guys and I know for a fact that they will embarrass me. I knew that with the state I was in today, that I would most likely end up getting suspended.

My locker was surrounded by a mass of people and it made me want to punch all of them. I held my hands close over my chest by instinct and fought my way through the different types of teenagers. Tall or short. Male or female. I honestly didn't really pay that much attention. My sight was set straight forward at the number on the top of my locker.

My fingers didn't want to work, causing me having to do my combination three different times. Once my cage of old papers, food, and random pencils that I thought were lost in the abyss of my backpack was opened, I grabbed my binder for my science class.

For once, I wasn't the first one in the class. My lockers stubbornness lead to most people being in the class by the time I got there. Including the one and only, Drake Tyler.

I could feel him staring at me but ignored it. Since the teacher trusted me, she always placed me at the very back corner of the classroom. My assignments were always turned in on time and my test scores were some of the highest in the class.

"Okay, today you have another work day because I have failed to come up with an assignment. Actually let's be honest, I was just too lazy to find one for you. I have given you a lot to do over the last couple weeks and your term final in coming up so make sure you study. You can either work on assignments for this class or another, I honestly don't care. Just make sure you are working. You can move wherever you want, just please keep the volume down."

I sighed and pulled out my textbook and an old notebook to start taking notes. I have to pass this term final or else my grade will drop to a 'C' which I don't really want.

"Want to be my tutor?" I heard the cocky voice ask. I looked up and was greeted by his green eyes.

"Do you need one?"

"That is a matter of opinion princess. My mother thinks I do since I'm failing this class, but I really know the stuff. I just don't like turning in assignments," he says while shrugging his shoulders.

I rolled my eyes and turned my chair so I was facing my desk completely.

"Are you ignoring me?" he asked as he grabbed the chair next to me and made himself at home.

"No, I just don't really want to talk to you."

His laugh is cute, I won't lie but since its coming from him, it annoys me. He has gotten on my bad side lately.

"Please tutor me? I promise I will behave. If I don't pass this class then my mom won't let me hang with the guys anymore," he whines. His attempt at doing puppy dog eyes was insulting to ugly dogs.

Never mind, he is one.

"Fine but you get one strike. As soon as that's gone, you have to leave. Got it?" I clarified with him.

"What makes you think I'll use it," he smirks. I shove his shoulder in aggravation. I could feel a smile coming to the surface but I never let it break through. I am a strong women. I don't do that.

"Because you're Drake. You're a fuck boy. I expect you to flirt and be stupid but you have been taking things too far lately."

His smirk slowly faded and he dropped his gaze from mine. I want to apologize but if I do, then I'd be lying. He is a fuck boy and everyone knows it. He has been taking things too far. He isn't going to get me to fall into his slut trap. Mainly because I am not a slut.

When he looks back up, he avoids my face and when I see his eyes, he almost looks hurt. Almost like I had physically punched him. I just told him the truth and if he can't take that, then maybe he should lay off.

"Drake?" I ask quietly. He looks at me, the hurt had faded from his eyes and now he just looked bored.

"What?" he snapped.

I was actually going to apologize but if he is going to be rude, then he really don't deserve the apology he didn't need in the first place.

I scoffed and shook my head. I collected my things into my bag and stood up. He was staring at me, I could feel it. Whether he was staring at me in delight or disbelief was non-of my concern. Honestly, I could care less what he thinks right now.

I asked the teacher if I could go to the lab to finish my study guide and she allows me to do so. When walk out of the room, I quickly turn the corner and lean my back against the red lockers. My breath is becoming uneven and I knew another panic attack was coming on.

Lately, I have had an unnatural amount of panic attacks. I don't know if it's the stress of what I've gotten myself into, or the depression coming back but it's stopping me from living a normal teenage life.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and texted Steven, hoping he didn't have his phone turned off. Even after what we did together, he is the only one who knows how to calm me down from a panic attack. I actually think he is the only one who knows that I have panic attacks.

It only took a couple minutes for him to respond saying that he is on his way but that could of minutes was enough for all the air in my lungs to escape and my nails to start their path into my skin. My knees were against my chest and I was rocking back and forth.

My breathing was uncontrollable, worse than it's ever been before. Even with the exercises, I felt like I was being suffocated by the voices in my head.

My chest felt heavy and my head was starting to hurt from the fact that I'm crying and mostly likely because I don't have enough oxygen at the moment.

I could hear footsteps running towards me and not soon enough, I am pulled into someone's lap. He holds his arms around me tightly whispering things in my ear that I couldn't understand because of the state am I currently in.

He kisses the top of my head and keeps rocking me, pulled me closer into his chest.

"Riles, breathe. Baby, please. Settle down," he whispered. That was the first sentence I was able to understand. Slowly, my breathing began to slow. The shaking of my body started to end and my head finally left normal.

Baby. He called me baby. He has a lot of nicknames for me. Riles, Rilee, Riltiller, Rumbsy and a collection of others but he has never called me baby.

"You called me baby," I said in a whisper and in between breaths. The air was still fighting to fill my lungs once more.

"Shh, just breathe for me." He avoided the statement I made. He just kept rocking me and whispering things.

I'm trying to come up with an updating schedule. We will see how far this gets. Goodnight little ones.