Chapter 318
Arabella Rivera
-15
“Seven fifty six. Seven fifty six.” I repeated as I all but raced towards the literature class. I was very aware of the ticking clock in my head. I nearly scream in frustration when Mr. Boyd’s angry face pushes into my mind.
I brought my bag forward, unzipping it quickly to rummage through my binder to pull out my written poetry. I needed to make sure everything was perfect. Mistakes were not an option, not if I want to sit an hour of bantering with mother and father.
As my eyes scan over the words, I had not cared to look up at where I was going. I ran smack into a hard muscular back that drew out an oomph out of my lungs. Losing my footing for a quick second, the paper slips through my fingertips.
1 gasp, my eyes quickly following the flying paper as it flew over many heads until finally tumbling slowly down to the floor. My heart drops along with it as I push the guy I ran into not so gently aside. He lets out a ‘hey‘ in a sour voice which I don’t bother to respond to.
“Move.” I grumble, pushing through many bodies to get to my paper. My eyes scan over the dirty flooring, glaring at the feet of some boys who stepped on the sheet.
I will haunt them in their sleep. I promised myself as I bent down to pick up the discarded paper.
An angry scream nearly tore through my throat as I witness the dirty shoe prints on the once white perfect paper. As my stiff fingers touched the thin sheet, vexation seemed to cloud my mind.
This isn’t happening to me right now.
I turned the paper around, swallowing all the profanities that wanted to come out as I spotted dirty patches on the words. By now the alarm in my head was going off, the ringing so unbearable that my head felt weighted on my shoulders.
I wouldn’t have time to write over the words, no matter how few words were jotted down on it. All I could do was swallow down my anger, many times to consider myself saved from raging out on anyone and continued my way to the literature class.
When I got there, unfortunately, Mr. Boyd’s presence was already rooted by his desk. Arms folded, an unpleasant scowl on his face and his infamous tapping of his foot as he zeroed in on everyone who rushed in.
They handed him their neat uncrumpled paper and hurried away from the always scowling man. When it was my turn, I couldn’t help but let my eyes flicker to the small clock situated on the desk behind him. I chew my lips, seeing that a minute had passed after eight.
Hopefully, the uptight man hadn’t noticed.
I pass the paper to Mr. Boyd, refusing to meet his scowling face and whipped around to walk out of the class. It was very fortunate that I didn’t have literature today. That saved me from having to hear out his critics and disapproval.
“Good morning Arabella? Miss. Lovel greeted me as I walked into the classroom.
“Morning. I greeted her back with a little less enthusiasm than her.
I survey the classroom, spotting the blue–eyed blonde in a few batting seconds. Her eyes were already on me, glaring in disapproval. I shifted my weight, getting uncomfortable by her sour stare. I found it ridiculous seeing that I was the one who should be mad, not her.
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15
10:17 pm; 45D
Chapter 318
I pressed my lips together, seeking another vacant chair and desk other than the one beside hers, but come up short. I exhale an irked breath and without having much of a choice, strolled over to Gwen.
As soon as my bum hit the wooden chair, she snaps her head to face me. The blue color of the cheer uniform only magnified the blue of her eyes. But as she continued to glare, the blue turned a darker shade, now contrasting against the uniform uglily.
“I told you to stay away.” She hissed lowly, pink puckered lips lining into a flat frown.
What the hell was she on about? And why was she giving me so much unneeded hostility?
My brows drew together in a confused frown as I tried and failed to understand what she was getting at. “What are you on about?” I voiced out my confusion.
She leans forward, glaring into my soul. “I told you to stay away from him.”
“Who are you talking about Gwen?!” I hissed, getting annoyed by her vile attitude. The girl glowering at me was so different from Gwen that it didn’t settle well with me. I needed my best friend back and not the glaring blue–eyed blonde.
“Haiden!” She screeched, her voice going a startling higher pitch as his name came out of her mouth.
“Do you have anything to add to the class Gweneth?” Miss. Lovel asked with an irritated pinch to her lips as she scowled.
Gwen shrank in her seat as she sends Miss. Lovel an apologetic smile. “Sorry Miss, won’t happen again.”
Of course her promise was complete utter bullshit seeing that Gwen was very talkative in class.
As Miss. Lovel tears her eyes away from Gwen to resume the class, Gwen threw her attention back to me. Her expression said it all. She wasn’t happy.
“Don’t even try to come up with a lie. Everyone saw you get out of his truck.” Her
eyes
narrowed.
I gritted my teeth, clenching my hands into fists in frustration and anger. Her mentioning the asshole’s name again only triggered the scene of what happened earlier which only added fuel to the already burning fire.
“Wow, that news traveled faster to you than the last one huh?” I mocked.
She was supposed to be my leech, the annoying best friend that would be there for me. Not a scowling bitch that was mad because I didn’t heed her warning.
Okay, I suppose her anger was justified seeing that she was trying to look out for me. Still, I was angry and quite upset with myself for even being a tad bit happy in Haiden’s presence earlier.
“Oh hey Arabella, how are you? How did you get to school since I didn’t inform you earlier that I wouldn’t be able to come to pick you up? Or a fucking greeting would be nice. No, instead you’re arguing about my own damn choices.” I spat.
She flinches back, eyes misting over and I instantly regret my harsh tone. “Arabella-”
I shook my head. “Haiden only gave me a ride because I was stranded. If I didn’t get to school before eight, Mr. Boyd would surely deduct more than necessary marks from the assignment. It was, accept his ride or wait hours for a bus. I explained.
I turn away from her, my voice growing soft as I faced front. “It was just a ride that will never happen again and nothing more. Besides, Haiden and I aren’t friends or ever will be, so no need to worry.”
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10:17 pm; D
