"You could say that." I responded with a shrug. The only time I was required to work was from eight in the morning to six in the afternoon. That would give me a lot of extra time, which I could use to get ready for the day by taking a shower and getting dressed.
"How awesome!" "Wear a dress or something," Farkas said with a giggle. I have some heels that I haven't worn in a long time but have been dying to get out again.
I bit my lower lip together to show that I was not going to contribute anything to the conversation that she was having about shoes. "I don't have any dresses, and besides, I'd rather be comfortable." I showed a shoulder shrug as an example.
Due to the fact that I was just going to see a friend, I decided that I would abstain from drinking alcohol or smoking cigarettes. In addition to that, the last thing that I wanted was to be the focus of attention.
The next part of the query was, "Wait, will the twins be there?" I looked at her with a grimace. I had already made up my mind that I would not show up, despite the fact that they might show up there.
They are never seen attending one of our get-togethers of any kind. Farkas snorted and said, "They must think theirs are better or something," but he was joking. "They must think theirs are better." Who the heck gets together in the middle of the woods in the middle of nowhere? They're Weirdos.
After raising an eyebrow, I said, "That is strange, and it almost sounds murderous."
When the nurse returned, Farkas was obligated to quickly resume the activities he had been doing before she arrived. She brought a youngster into the room with her who seemed to be ill and pushed him in the direction of the loom as soon as she walked in the door.
After examining me for a little while, she handed me a couple of Advil and then informed me that I might go home (thank God).
"Not interested." When I said, "A friend drives me home, and I really don't feel like walking," I couldn't help but shake my head. "I really don't feel like walking."
"If you want me to, hon, I can call your mama at any time." The plump nurse cast her gaze in my direction and gave me a warm grin.
In reaction to the searing agony, I gave my head a shake that was maybe a little bit more forceful than necessary and winced. "No, no. It is not necessary in any way. She is currently employed, so even if she gets a call, she won't be too excited about taking it. Oh, well, I guess we'll just have to see, my dear. Take things easy and make sure you're getting lots of water to stay hydrated. It certainly wouldn't hurt to have a qualified medical professional have a look at you, would it? When I approached the nurse, she smiled warmly but gave me a perplexed expression at the same time.
In spite of the fact that I really wanted to leave that place, I offered a little nod. "Of course, that is correct. I'm going to go be examined by a professional medical staff member."
There was no way in hell that I would go to the doctor any time in the near future, especially given the circumstances. First of all, I had no idea where the closest doctor was located, and second of all, I had a sneaking hunch that I do not have health insurance.
I sprinted out of the nurse's office before she could complete her sentence, and I took a direct path to my locker when I exited the building.
After continuing to wait for another half an hour on the floor, I eventually worked up the desire to get up and sat down in the hallway.
It was completely unrealistic to expect to be home before everyone else. It is quite possible that Kane would be at home, and if he noticed that I arrived home earlier than expected, he would go straight to Ashina.
As soon as I was able to pull myself up from the floor, the bell that sounded to signify that the class had come to an end began to ring.
It was a struggle for me to access my locker, but once I did, I stuffed my books into the most beat-up bag that I could find at the moment. When the second bell rang, pupils would immediately begin to leave their classes in large groups. This would continue until the end of the school day.
The scent of perfume and the smell of manly sweat assaulted my olfactory system. The combination was both familiar and alluring. I resisted the urge to let out a sigh and instead slammed the door of my locker as hard as I could.
It would seem that things are not going well for the poor little doll today. Duko's dark eyes flickered at his brother, and then ultimately back to mine, as he broke into a grin and gave his brother a quick glance. If I may say so myself, Duko was standing on one side of me, which was far too close for my comfort.
On the other side of the room, Lowell was standing there with his dark eyes looking down at my head as he observed it.
"How are you feeling today, my darling?" Although Lowell spoke in a gruff manner, the corners of his lips were sucked in, indicating that he was really smiling.
As a consequence of their mind games, my head started pounding all over again, and I swore to myself that I was going to have whiplash as a result of their mood swings. This was all because of how they played with our minds. As soon as I turned around, they were criticising me and referring to me by a derogatory term. The next minute, Duko is unable to control himself and cannot resist the need to reach out and improperly touch me. After that, they give me death glares, but a little time later, they seem concerned for my naive brain and tell me to calm down.
Before I could say anything, Lowell's strong hand grasped my chin and turned my face to meet his. He did this before I had a chance to respond. When he touched me, an unexplained tingle ran down my spine, and when Duko's breath came close to my ear, I began to shudder in an out-of-control manner.
The fact that the second hand that Lowell offered to me was slightly softer than I had envisioned simply helped to add to the bewilderment that I was already feeling.
When he reached out with his hand, he softly touched the spot on the gymnasium floor where I had slammed into the ground. He did this after I had slammed into the ground.
When he touched me, a piercing pain raced through my lips, and in reaction, I flinched away and pulled my behind more tightly to Duko. I was in excruciating pain.
As Duko comforted me by patting my shoulder and murmuring, "Poor little doll is hurt," he whispered in my ear. "Lowell, you are aware of what I am referring to."
"Don't worry, sweetheart; we'll make you feel better." Lowell's voice was little more than a harsh mutter, even though his fingers were firmly clamped down on my chin.
My heart was racing and I could feel it thumping in my chest, and the thought of running away was going through my thoughts nonstop. I was unable to get the idea out of my mind. I was having a disagreement with myself at the time. On the one hand, I wanted to get away from them, but on the other, I was loving their gentle touch and the attention that they were giving to me. I wanted to get away from them. I was conflicted.
As Duko's hands encircled my waist, my mouth gaped wide in shock, and I let out a shout of surprise because I was so startled by the situation. While he was playing with the tail of my shirt, his fingers lightly touched the delicate skin that was exposed below my shirt.
I murmured, "S-Stop," as I pulled him away from me with both of my hands and pushed him farther away from me.
My two hands were easily knocked out of my grasp by Lowell, who also managed to tilt my head to the side at the same time.
"Shh." His breath, which had a strong aroma of peppermint, brushed alluringly across my face as he spoke.
When Lowell tilted my head to the side with ease, I was obviously shocked as a pair of soft lips brushed up against my neck. He did this because he wanted to kiss me, and he did this because he turned my head to the side with ease.
"What in the world are you doing!" I shrieked in statement as his lips moved down my neck and then I realized what was happening.
It would be an understatement to say that it was nice; in fact, it was rather lovely. There was a latent part of me that, in the back of my mind, secretly wished to spend the rest of my life in this empty hallway with the two of them, free from the interruptions that life brought from the world outside our little bubble. A life in which they would continue to bother me at the first possible chance and I would have no choice but to put up with it.
"I hope this helps you feel better, sweetie." While he was tracing patterns with his hands over the exposed flesh of my stomach, Duko muttered something into my ear.
Lowell's oratory skills dealt the fatal blow. He then continued to leave little pecks and nibbles all the way down my neck and shoulder, which caused me to gasp both in agony and pleasure as they travelled down my body.
A question to be answered: "Lovota?" The echo of Daciana's familiar voice and the beat of her footsteps could be heard all the way down the hallway.
On the clock that was hanging on the wall on the other side of the room, the time read 2:12 in the afternoon, which was two minutes after the second bell.
The rate at which Lowell and Duko moved away from me was faster than my brain could process, and it was difficult for me to keep up.
Lowell leaned in close to my ear and said, "Until next time, sweetheart," as the little stubble that he had on his chin caressed my cheek. "Until next time, sweetheart." The severity of his words prompted me to visibly shake throughout our conversation. My attention was totally fixated on the sneer that he managed to pull off with those enormous lips.
They both wanted me to give them a kiss, but at the same time, I wanted to push them away from each other and get away from the situation. What kind of mind games were they attempting to play on us, and how exactly did they want us to respond? After we had already left Sacramento, I began having second thoughts about whether or not we should have done so.
After both of them had turned their backs on me in the corridor, they proceeded to leave me there by myself. A fraction of a second after that, Daciana materialized into view, and she had an odd look on her face the whole time she was there.
At the very least, it may be acknowledged that the twins got it right. My headache was slowly beginning to fade into the background of my mind.