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The new bloke, Jude, walked in late, eyeing our exchange before I stuffed the gum into my pocket. I looked back, noticing he came from my wing. “Fucker came from the wrong direction.”
“He has a habit of getting lost,” Ethan mumbled with his hands back on his belt like it was no big deal.
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If there was one thing Oscar had taught me, it was not to trust anyone, not even him. The problem was, I trusted everyone my whole life, but not on these pills. While medicated, I walked on eggshells and paranoia. And the eggshells and paranoia enabled a spidey-sense telling me Jude was up to no good. There should have been zero reasons for him to be walking through the third and fourth wing. He should have entered through the opposite walkway, not mine. Not Mia’s.
Jude turned around, his greasy black hair slicked behind his ears and faint-blue eyes wide. “What’s it to you?”
Jude instantly went on the defense and throwing accusations wouldn’t get me anywhere. He grabbed a tray, and I followed his lead. “If you need another tour of campus, let me know.”
Initially, I pla
I pulled out the chair beside Maddie and stretched my legs as Jude sat across from me. Maddie’s fingers found my thigh, but my eyes found Mia. Her golden-brown chestnuts glowed against the dying sun beside the window. For four seconds, she gave me the look I so desperately needed. The same one reminding me all was going to be okay between us, at least until her eyes fell underneath the table at Maddie’s hand on my dick.
Shit. “Fuck, Maddie,” I spat out, pushing her hand away, “Keep your hands to yourself, yeah?” My gaze returned to Mia’s, but she’d already turned away.
Maddie giggled and pressed her breasts against my arm as she leaned into my ear. “It’s only a matter of time,” she whispered.
I threw my fork against the tray as her brazen hand returned to my disobedient cock. Despite my agitation and sole purpose of sitting with them in the first place, my growing knob wasn’t agreeing.
It was the medication, and Dr. Butala had me on some magic pill, giving my dick permission for instant arousal by a single touch, not helping win Mia back. Like an a
Jude’s eyes darted over to Mia’s table before meeting my gaze. I picked up my fork, ready to get the bangers and mash in my mouth before I ground my jaw down to the bone.
“I could say the same for you,” he smirked and ripped off the end of the sausage between his teeth.
Dammit, he was right. “Touché.”
A silence played out between us as Mia’s contagious laugh traveled throughout the room. It had been a while since I heard that laugh. My eyes slid to that laugh. My entire being grew envious of whoever caused it.
“So, fucking a
I pointed my fork at her. “Watch it.”
“I don’t understand you, Ollie,” Gwen piped up. “All last year, you denied the relationship. But every time someone comments on the bird, you get all narky, protecting her as if she means something to you. So, which is it?”
“It’s none of your goddamn business.” Falling back in the chair, I stole another glance at my girl. Mia had that smile that caused her eyes to disappear along with her top lip, taking up her whole face. She never hid her smile, only leaned forward into it as another giggle escaped. Though I was over here, screwed up in disarray, her smile proved everything Ethan said was correct.
She learned to live without me.
And she was doing just fine.
Mia was on top, out of the hole in which I dug her out of. I lifted her arse up there, and she promised me she wouldn’t forget about me, said she’d always take me with her. Her independence should have angered me. Instead, seeing Mia happy brought me peace.
Her smile washed over me like the bloody plague, and I brought my fingertips to my mouth to hide my pleasure. I didn’t deserve it, not yet, but her warmness still engulfed me like a blissful disease—a disease I could die happily from.
All week I’d kept my distance from Mia and the damage I’d done.
Like every other Saturday over the year, I’d escaped to the library in hopes of seeing her. I wanted to get her alone, to talk to her. To apologize. To explain myself. But she wasn’t there.
Of course, she wasn’t going to be there. She was avoiding me.
My emotions were back and forth, sparring invisible battles. One minute I was angry, wanting to prove I didn’t need Mia in my life like she didn’t need me. The next I was kicking myself. Friday, a wanker. Saturday? A bloody mess. My medication was back in full force, but this time was different. This time, my body didn’t submit to the side effects like the pills wanted because my body didn’t belong to the side effects. My body belonged to her.
Dr. Butala sat across from me in his barren office during our two-week check-up. “Mood swings?”
“Understatement.”
“What else, Oliver?”
“I’m so angry, I fear I may lose it at any moment.” My fingers ran through my hair as I adjusted in the small chair. “And I’m horny,” I said with my hands in the air, “Why am I so horny all the time? It’s dangerous, Butala.” If I didn’t get my dick into something soon, I’d detonate.
Butala moved his glasses up the bridge of his freckled nose and brought his pen back to the notepad. “You’re on four different medications right now, one in which is supposed to stabilize your mood swings, not instigate them.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m adding to your medication.”
“Will it help with my constant hard-on?”
“What makes you angry, could neutralize someone else completely. What makes you aroused could cause another unable to perform. Medication reacts differently to each person,” Butala sighed and returned his black beady eyes to me, “It’s trial and error, Oliver.”
I slapped both hands over my thighs and looked up to the ceiling. “I don’t like what I’m hearing. Why not just put me on the same regiment you had me on last year, yeah?”
“We did. It’s not taking.”
I leaned forward and slapped a hand over his desk. “Either make me feel nothing or everything!”
“I’m doing my best,” Butala returned his hands to his keyboard in front of his computer, “This new treatment plan can take anywhere from two to four weeks, so don’t expect immediate results. I’m sending your new prescription to the nurse’s station. You’ll start classes on Monday. If you notice any significant changes, let me know.”
With a single head nod, I stood and walked out without answers or solutions. Chances were, I’d have classes with Mia starting Monday. Ready or not, I would be forced to face her.
I didn’t have two to four weeks to right myself.
I needed to make things right with Mia this weekend.