Toxic (Ruin 2)

is hands away from the DVD player and stood to his full height making me feel the need to back away. “Just setting up the movie for you.”

My shoulders slumped in relief.

“Oh and also, I’m in charge of the program now, so we’re going to partner up on the days you’re here.”

I swayed on my feet a bit. “You’re kidding right?”

“Afraid not.” His eyes narrowed. “You have a problem with that?”

“Am I doing a bad job?” My chest heaved. “Is that what this is about? Or do you just hate me that much?”

Gabe tilted his head to the side and crossed his arms. “If I hated you, I’d just fire you.”

I sucked in a breath full of air in order to keep myself from yelling. I knew he couldn’t technically fire me, but he could make my life hell and also tell my professor I was doing a crappy job, dropping my grade.

“We done?”

Words still wouldn’t come.

“Good.” He turned back around and flipped on the TV. I was still standing there in shock when the main menu for the DVD popped up onto the screen.

Gabe clapped his hands four times.

Those who could clap followed loudly after him.

“Listen up.” His smile returned. “Saylor’s going to show us a movie today so we can learn all about musicals.”

A chorus of cheers went around the room at his announcement.

“Saylor?” His smile faded a bit when his eyes met mine. “Do you want to explain what they’ll be watching?”

“Sure.” My voice was hoarse with emotion. Why was I letting him make me feel that bad about myself? I tugged at my plain white t-shirt and forced myself to keep the tears in.

I’d never had anyone hate me so much.

Or humiliate me so many times.

And then charm the pants off of every single breathing thing on the planet, including small animals and children, right in front of me as if to show me that I really was that much of an outcast to him. An undesirable.

“So, today, we’re going to watch…” My voice wavered as my mind went completely blank. All of the residents’ faces were eager as they looked up at me, but I couldn’t find my words. My throat was so thick with tears it physically hurt. I placed my hand over my chest and told myself to breathe — to focus on inhaling and exhaling, I was just making myself anxious.

Instead, my lower lip started to tremble. Tears welled in my eyes as I looked around the room and said, “Excuse me, I’m sorry.”

I ran out of there and into the closest bathroom and slammed the door behind me falling into a fit of sobs over the porcelain sink.

The door clicked open.

Crap. I’d forgotten to lock it. I whirled around and came face to face with the cause of my breakdown.

Gabe.

Tears blurred my vision as I backed up against the counter. I could only discern the outline of his face, nothing more. I promised myself I’d never be one of those girls that let a guy have that type of power over me. He couldn’t see my tears — I didn’t even want to see my tears. I didn’t want to feel them. I wanted them gone, and it was his fault that I was even feeling this way!

“Are you okay?” he asked in a gentle voice.

“Do I look okay?” I snapped, wiping my eyes. “Just leave me alone. Please. It’s embarrassing enough.”

“Embarrassing?” He sounded absolutely clueless.