Peyton was helping me with the English essay. She was reading a book while I was typing. I shot quick glances at her before realizing I had my finger on the letter e for while.

There was a couple lines of e's I had to get rid of before typing again.

"You want me to check it?" I heard seeing her.

"You keep looking at me." She said getting up.

She pulled my computer and started to read.

"It's not bad... for a person with a D in English your not doing to bad." She said smiling.

I looked at her and she looked at me has our eyes went smooth with each other.

"Now you need to reach 800 words so just make some sentences longer. You look like you only need 53 more." She said doing the math fast.

"Oh... okay." I mumbled.

I tried finding more words to describe what I was writing about.

"Goddamn it." I mumbled putting my head down.

"What?" She said looking at my essay.

"Don't stress yourself out. You only need 29 more... so if you did this." She said changing some words into sentences.

I felt her breathing running down my neck. It almost felt warm... and cold at the same time. Than I felt something poking out of my sweats.

Shit.

I pulled my sweatshirt over my legs and looked at her has she was already looking at me.

"What are you hiding?" She asked furrowing her eyebrows.

"Nothing. Just check my essay." I mumbled.

I could feel my bulge getting bigger under my sweatshirt.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Cmon go fucking down." I mumbled has Peyton looked at me.

"N-Nothing just go back." I said having a little aggressive with my voice.

"What's wrong?" She said as I looked at her.

"Nothing just go back to reading." I said and she shrugged.

"Looks good." She said as I sighed in relief.

I felt her presence by my side gone.

"Oh it's 4 do you wanna keep going or leave again?" She asked me.

"How much do we have left?"

"Give it take 30 mins." She said looking down at her watch.

"I kinda wanna leave..." I said and she nodded.

"Feel free to leave than." She said but she didn't move from her spot.

"Your not going?" I asked her and she shook her head no.

"I'm doing some research. But you can go if you want." She said closing the book she was reading.

"Oh... okay." I said packing my things.

I wrapped my sweatshirt around my waist so the bulge in my pants weren't visible. I could just go to one of my sneaky links house and get rid of it... or do it in the car...

"Anna? Are you leaving?" I heard her say as she was looking at me.

"Yep... leaving right now." I said taking my bag up.

I left her as I looked back one more time to see her writing in a notebook. I left going to my car. And driving somewhere so I could get rid of the stupid boner I got from someone literally breathing on me.

I like to study mental illness... in hopes one day I could be a doctor. I have a whole binder full of studies about it.

I went to an area of the library grabbing a book and reading it. I studied off informed websites and off by real doctors.

I had so much time on my hands beside sleeping it off it was a daily hobby to write something down. My first was Insomnia disorder and what I'm doing next is Borderline Personality Disorder which is known as BPD.

I kept reading books and I read information online that caused me to write things down.

I was just finishing on The eating disorders which took awhile on how much information there was.

It was 5 when the library was closing down. I packed my things and saw Jackson.

"Hey baby." He said putting his arm around my shoulder.

We walked together as we reached the parking lot.

We went to the park and decided to walk around.

"So how's the tutoring going?" He asked me and I shrugged.

"It's going good."

"That's good... who's the student?"

I panicked to find a random name to make up.

"Hailey Jones." I said and he nodded.

"Cool... she progressing?"

"Yeah... slowly but surely."

We reached a bench as we sat down. He put his arms over me as I put my head on his shoulder. We watched the nature that was happening and people fishing.

I was on the edge of falling asleep before being shaken by Jackson.

"Why don't we... go to a restaurant and than go home?" He asked me and I smiled nodding.

"God you are no help!" I yelled at my mom.

"I've given you this roof! Be fucking glad your not out on the streets!" She yelled.

"This isn't a house if you don't feed your own children!!"

"Your an ungrateful daughter!"

"Your a terrible Mom." I said and she cut at me. She started to go off on me.

I felt her yelling and yelling at me. Making me blow.

"No fuck you! That's it!" She yelled before taking a couple of hundreds out and slapping them on the table.

"Have a nice goddamn life." She spat out at me. I saw Brandon coming out.

"Brandon..." I whispered and he was in tears.

I saw my mom going into her room as I went to comfort Brandon. At least half an hour later I saw my mom leaving with a suitcase.

"Oh god..." I mumbled feeling my tears coming up.

I grabbed my phone calling my dad as I was literally in tears. I looked at Brandon who was crying a little.

"It's gonna be okay." I whispered sitting next to him.

He fell into lap starting to cry again.

"Hello?" I heard my dad say through the phone.

"Me and... mom got in a fight and left us... she's left with a suitcase and herself going away." I said in tears.

"Please come now." I said practically started to sob.

"Hey it's okay... I'm coming over."

"Stay on the phone."

I stayed on the phone as I leaned my head back. I looked down to see Brandon sleeping. I pulled him off of me and out a blanket over him before going outside.

I waited for my dad and saw him as he gave me a hug.

"We're gonna get this sort out." He said cupping my face. I could only nod while crying.