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"Are you awake?"
Twenty minutes. It's been twenty minutes since I've sent that damned text. Giorgi, I know you don't know what's going on, but please wake the hell up and text me back!
My leg was bouncing like crazy, my fingers were tapping the back of my laptop at the speed of light with an infinite rhythm to them, my breathing felt heavier than ever, and my thoughts were all over the place.
Oh, my God, what if Gio's hurt? What if he's dealing with Cooper?! What if Cooper lied about getting out early next month and is actually out right now?! Dammit, Giorgi, send me something! Anything! I need to know that you're alright!
I lifted my hands from my laptop and rubbed over my face.
Calm down. Calm down, Cameron. There's no possible way that Cooper could be near Giorgi right now. He's two hours away, and prisons don't release people this early... Right? Right?! I-it's only 9:50 in the damn morning! There's no way! But what if—
I suddenly gasped subconsciously, and when my lungs had tightened I clutched my chest and coughed a painful hack. "Shit," I cursed under my choking breath as I reached for my bag for my inhaler. Upon taking a couple of huffs of medicine, I packed up my belongings with plans to leave class early. I was too distressed to pay any attention to the lesson, and I couldn't help my worrying for my boyfriend.
As I walked to the exit, I glanced over at Professor Davis and jumped when I saw him staring at me.
"Cameron—"
In a panic, I darted out of his his classroom before he could finish speaking, but before I knew it, I was tackled and pinned against a wall by my psychology teacher. My breath had escalated further and I began hyperventilating as the gorgeous man warned me about where Cooper had planned to catch me and Giorgi.
"Stay away from your old apartment complex, stay away from the Cheesecake Factory, don't go to the movie theater he took you—or the place where you met that Graham guy, don't go to Erin's place—"
Graham?! The Cheesecake Factory?! Am I the only topic of conversation between Cooper and the professor?!
"Stay as far away from—"
"Stop," I struggled to say through my asthma attack. "Wh-what happened to not making a scene and all that? Look at what you're doing. Y-you have me against a wall," I wheezed terribly. "Please let me go. I'm gonna die here if I don't see Giorgi soon."
"You need to stay away from any place that he knows you might go. I'll do whatever I can to—"
"Professor, I got it. I'll go away somewhere far—"
"It doesn't matter if it's near or far, Cameron. You need to go somewhere that you know Cooper won't find you," my teacher said strictly. "He keeps talking about you and Giorgi and I'd hate to see one or both of you hurt by his hand. You need to—"
"Cameron...?" Gill's voice suddenly mumbled from my left.
"I need you to listen to me, Mr. Omartian," Professor Davis muttered. "You need to—"
"Are you guys...like...?" Gill trailed off.
"I'm trying to go home! He's being stubborn and won't let me go!" I growled, trying my hardest to pry myself away from my teacher.
"Why won't you let him go," Gill asked, walking over and pushing his hand against my professor's chest. "Don't you know who he is? You know his past, right? Or do you at least hear his breathing?"
My professor didn't budge or even acknowledge Gill, and persisted to tell me that I should allow him to escort Giorgi and I to a safe place this weekend. My stomach twisted at the thought process that Professor Davis was trying to lure me into a trap that made my capture easier for Cooper, and thankfully Gill had made it clear that he thought the same.
"Why do you want to escort them? They're both grown, adult, capable men. They can go wherever they want, whenever they want. They don't need your help, man. And Cameron obviously doesn't want it, so why don't you get off of him," the Southern man said, pushing my teacher rather roughly.
"Gill!" I gasped. He frowned a confused scowl at me as he gripped my hand and pulled me all the way to the main hall. "He's not holding me down anymore. You can let go," I mumbled upon him moving in front of me, still squeezing my hand.
"What's goin' on between you and that professor?"
"What?"
"What the hell is goin' on? Why was he holding you like that? No, better yet, why is he comfortable holding you like that?"
I cocked the Southern man a glare and subconsciously lowered my voice as I asked him: "What are you implying...?"
"What do you think?"
My eye twitched as I tried to snatch my arm from the taller white man and I could feel my veins revealing themselves on my forehead when Gill tightened his grip on my wrist. "Nothing is happening between Professor Davis and I. Now, let go of me."
"That looked like a scene straight out of Fifty Shades of Grey, Cameron. What the fuck do you mean nothin' is going on between you two?"
"I mean exactly that. Let go, Gilbert."
The Southern man glared at me and tightened his grip on me even more, and I fought my hardest to keep tears from filling my eyes. "You don't deserve him..." he muttered.
What?! Is this about Giorgi?! I knew he liked him!
Before I could tell him off, a loud crack sounded and an insanely intense pain filled my wrist.
"You—Wh—?!" I stuttered upon glancing down at my arm. "What the fuck is your problem?!" I unintentionally cried as I threw my free hand into his jaw, uppercutting him hard enough to make him stumble backwards and let go of me.
Blood flooded over Gills mouth and fell like a waterfall as he stared at me, and I quickly chalked up that I'd made him bite his tongue hard enough to the point that he probably bit a piece off.
"We'd be better... I'm stronger, taller, sexier... I'm better than you in every way... What does he like about you..." the white man spoke in a bit of a slur as blood fell from his mouth. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I cradled my wrist, and I fought the intense urge to kick him.
"What's wrong with you," I asked quietly, trying to control my sobbing. "First you save me from the professor, and make some empathetic remark about my past...and then you break my wrist and mumble some shit about being better than me..."
"I am. I'm so much better than you... We'd make a far more beautiful couple. You're ugly, Cameron. Your cuts and scars, your freckles and hair color, your curls—"
"Shut up," I whimpered. "If you were so much better than me, you'd have him...wouldn't you? But you don't. Because you're not. He loves me and loathes you," I said, trying my hardest to hurt Gill's feelings as the remark about my scars hurt a lot. "You can disrespect my scars and call me ugly all you want. He still chose me over you. He always will choose me, too, and you know that. No matter how bad or evil you make me out to be, you'll never win against me."
"Shut up... You're only talking so much because I chose not to punch you in the jaw," the Southern man growled.
"I understand now why you're always picking on me. Your crush loves someone that looks absolutely nothing like you. Dark hair, bruised and scarred skin, short height, weak build, and not that deep a voice...The only comparison you and I share is our gender and skin. But even our comparisons are different. My skin is paler and lightly freckled, yours is more peach and heavily freckled... You hate me because I'm proof that you have absolutely no chance," I said, helplessly sniffling between my words. "Right?"
Gill seethed towards me and stared at me with murderous eyes. "You're not better than me."
"Your crush thinks so," I refuted, making the taller white man breathe heavier, in an annoyed and rather furious manner.
"You've got a hell of a mouth nowadays, Cameron. Giorgi teach you how to use it?"
"In many ways," I said simply, making Gill step closer to me.
"Cameron!" Darnel's voice suddenly shouted from behind me, causing the taller white man to freeze. "Gill?! What the hell?! Wh-what's going on?! Cam, why're you holding your wrist?! Gill, why are you bleeding?! Did you guys fight?!" Our friend questioned, carefully grabbing my arm.
Gill said nothing as Darnel examined my wrist, but continued to keep his murderous eyes on me. "I'll talk to you later, then," he muttered before stomping off, leaving Darnel and I alone in the main hall.
"What happened?"
My sobbing immediately took over before I could answer, but I tried my hardest to explain through my tears what had gone down between Gill and I. And after I did, Darnel decided to take me home.
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