I'm lying down on my stomach on the floor. It's 4 am right now and I'm doing some last minute studying by reading my notes in my notebook. I have an important test for chemistry, but I can't seem to concentrate. And its all because of the blue eyed, dirty blonde haired guy who has a sweet tooth. 

Everything seems to remind me of the "event" at Olivia's house yesterday. She's probably mad at me since I left so abruptly. I look back at the notes in front of me and read.

I still vividly remember the feeling. The soft thumb of Noah Miller stroking my lower lip and removing the crumb. The tingles I felt on my lower lip when he touched it. It was all too much!

-Many things melt if you put it on fire. This is because the heat will transfer from the fire to the object...

My face got hot when he touched my face, is Noah made of fire? I shake my head to get the thought out. See? I can't concentrate on anything! My head shaking doesn't work because the thought is still there, and soon my face feels like it's on fire (get it?). 

I get up and go to my refrigerator. I've found out that if I put something bitter in my mouth, I don't think of good memories. I discovered this when I was ten and I was giggling a lot. I just came out from dental surgery and was high on laughing gas. I was really crazy and ate cat food! This made me stop laughing and I immediately started barfing. I was desperate right now and I needed to stop thinking these thoughts.

I take out mustard which I didn't favor much, and squirt it in my mouth. I close my mouth and taste it. It's rancid and dry. I turn the bottle upside down and read the expiration date. 5/7  That was 4 months ago! 

I just forced myself to eat expired mustard. EWWW! I light headed and bile starts to rise up in my throat. I swallow it forcefully and it taste awfulness. But hey! At least I wasn't thinking about the "event" anymore! I grip the edge of the counter to keep from puking. This taste, it's as foul as her. I get flashbacks and rerun all the memories that I've tried to get rid of for 3 years. I don't like this. I don't like this at all.

I remember the graphic episodes of my life. The screams, the running, the loud cursing, the ear splitting sound of a gunshot, an the smell of blood. The image of blood seeping out of a dead body. So much blood. The life draining out of their eyes.

All these flashbacks suck me into a void of darkness and fear. I curl up in a ball, my head is pounding painfully. I press my hands on both sides of my head to keep it from splitting apart. Hot tears roll down my cheeks and I clench my teeth to keep from screaming. My breaths stars to quicken, and I start hyperventilating. 

I slowly but steadily start to calm down. I start to come back to reality. She's gone, for now, there's no reason to worry.

I look up at the clock. It's 5 am so I still have time to study. I didn't realize it, but I wasn't thinking of anything but studying.

At school I get to my locker and start dividing what I need, and what I don't need. Then I hear an all too familiar voice "Amy?" Noah says. I don't turn around. I'm more exhausted than Mr. Han, which is saying a lot. I here him suck in a breath. "I'm sorry." I don't say anything, my mouth is too dry.

"I'm sorry," Noah repeats "for what I did yesterday. I won't touch you without permission ever again." He sounds sincere and serious. This is different from his usual self. I close my locker gently and lock it slowly. I open my mouth to accept his apology but my mouth is too dry and my lips are too chapped. So I just nod my head hoping he understands. 

"Do you accept my apology?"

I nod again.

"Really?"

I nod once more.

"Can you turn around so I know your serious?"

I turn around and look up too meet his eyes. He smiles at me. "Thanks! Also, we have to meet up after school." Wait, what? I raise an eyebrow at him. "For tutoring." I nod. Wow that's a lot of nodding. 

"Gee your very quiet today." he says. "No I'm not!" I say my voice cracking at the end. I clear my throat. "That was embarrassing." I murmur. Noah's grin just gets wider and I can almost see his gums. I wave goodbye to him and walk to homeroom.

I see Olivia and hold my breath She must be really mad at me. I take my seat. Olivia is on her laptop writing out an essay probably for English class. "Olivia," I say "I'm sorry for leaving suddenly its just that something happened and I felt uncomfortable but your chocolate crinkles were amazing and I-" "I know." I give Olivia a confused look.

"Noah told me." I feel embarrassed and hide my face in my hands. "And I ship it!" Olivia whispers. She knows that this will annoy me and she starts chuckling. "Olivia!" I yelp "I've only known him for only one day!" Even though I'm annoyed, I crack a smile and wince. My chapped lips crack and pain sears through my mouth. "By the way what happened?" Olivia questions. "Your eyes and nose are red. You look like rudolph reincarnated!" she giggles a little more. "What?!" I say covering my face again. Although I was crying before, so it must be true.

"I've always wondered how you sense people behind you, you always perk up like a deer too!" Olivia says with an amused look on her face. Behind my long sleeves covering my face I frown. The only reason that I know when someone is behind me is because of her.

I go back to my original neutral face and uncover myself. Once Olivia sees my face she stops giggling and gives me a sad smile. I hate the look of her face because it makes me  feel sad. I quickly change the subject.

"So what about you and Johan?" I ask a little anxious. Olivia is picky about boys and I have faith in Johan even though we've only met once. Olivia changes her face to look posh and stern. "I dunno, I kinda like him?" She then blushes a little. "Awwwwweee" I squeal "You like him!" Her face turns a deep scarlet and she looks away. "I mean, maybe? We texted for hours and hours last night. My mom even had to take away my phone!" "You mean the chicken nugger?" Olivia laughs at this "Y-yeah!"

Then the bell rings. I have chemistry next period and I'm a little nervous about the test. "Good luck on the test!" Olivia calls out to me as we separate in the crowded halls. I feel a little better. I head to chemistry feeling confident.

                                                                                                          A/N

I'm sorry it's short.