Gorgeous Troubled Boys

Chapter 30 - Abusive

Chapter 30 - Abusive

It's testing day. It's kind of like an exam prep in a way or pre test. Basically 100 minutes of 100 multiple choice. You need at least a 70 to pass. Exams which aren't till next week are short answers, multiple choice, matching and long answers. This is kind of like a test to see where you're at and how much more you need to study this week for exams. Thankfully it's only today and classes this week are cancelled for school sport games, studying and tournaments.

I've got my English exam first. Apparently it's the hardest one. I've freaked out a bit about it, nothing much just nerves.

"I've brought food for m'lady," Chris says entering my room.

"Umm," I hum.

"Don't worry. I know you can't eat food in the morning especially before a test. So I bought fruit, yogurt, smoothies and ice coffee. You need to at least eat something," he says sitting next to me at my desk as I put on makeup.

"You know, you don't need that gunk," Chris sighs looking at me through the mirror. "I mean of course do it for you if you want. But just know you're beautiful without it," he smiles.

"Fruit," I say and he pops a grape in my mouth.

"Thanks Chris and I know I'm beautiful without it," I jest, putting down my mascara and twirling.

"Too cocky for your own good," Chris rolls his eyes.

"When I first met you, you were the cockiest person on earth," I point out.

"Yeah you took all of it," he jokes.

"Whatever pretty boy, let's go," I say, grabbing my backpack.

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We reached the place around 20 minutes early so we sat down on a bench talking. This is where I'm nerves are 10x worse.

Thoughts were racing through my head, what if I fail, what if I don't get into a good school, fail my mom, fail life.

Then my breathing started to pick up and my chest felt tight and I started to panic. I quickly got up and ran to the nearest washroom as Chris chased after me but I closed the door.

I feel like I'm gonna pass out. I can barely breathe, I'm sweating, shaking and feel nauseous. Ah shit I'm gonna throw up.

"Thunder!"  Chris shouts bursting through the door. I probably should've locked it. He walks up to me but quickly stops when he sees I'm having a panic attack. That's great. I was hoping no one would see me have one ever again.

"Can I touch you," he asks softly and I nod. He slowly touches me, holding me by the shoulders.

"Breathe in through your nose for four seconds," he says slowly and I shake my head wanting him to leave. I don't want him to see me like this.

"Storm listen, you're okay. Breathe in for four," he repeats and this time I follow.

"One, two, three, four. Now hold for 7 seconds," he counts.

"Six, seven. Now out for 8 making a whoosh sound through your mouth," he smiles lightly. I continue to do what he says a few times before calming down. I walk over to the mirror and fix my makeup before grabbing his hand and walking out.

"Thunder," Chris says softly and I turn to face him.

"We have the test. Can't be late, we can talk later," I assure him.

"But you're good," he asks.

"I'm good," I confirm with a lie. I am not good.

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