— 14 —
"Can't believe you were alone with him," Whit mutters, aggressively biting into her pizza. "Should've hit him just for the hell of it."
I sigh, staring at the carton of milk in front of me. Every time I try to defend Chase, she gets more irritated, giving me a nasty "You're just saying that because you don't want me to worry," so I keep my mouth shut, waiting for someone else to get annoyed with her.
"One hit and he would've gotten the point..." she says between chews. "Just because it's been a while since I've been in a full-out brawl with someone doesn't mean I wouldn't be able to do any damage..."
Leon shoots her a look. "You're overreacting, Whitler. It's not like he was doing anything to her; they were probably just talking about class work."
"That's easy for you to say," she retorts. "You didn't see how close he was. Freaking pervert was almost breathing down her neck."
"He was not," I say a little too defensively, rolling my eyes. "There was a good yard separating us."
"Still too close," she grumbles stubbornly.
"If Cupcake's alright with it, don't you think you should stay out of it?" he suggests, raising an eyebrow. "It is her choice."
"I'm doing this because she's Cupcake!" Whit growls. "You think if she didn't like it, she'd do anything? Huh? As long as it doesn't affect any of us, she won't do a damn thing, and you know it!"
I sigh. "I told you it's different now."
"What's different?" she demands. "It hasn't even been a year, Cupcake. How can you get over... how can you be all better after nine months?"
"It's in the past." I shrug. "And comparing Chase to him isn't going to help anything."
"But what if he—"
Leon slams his palm on the table, eyes hard. "Shut up, Whitney," he says darkly. "Vixen has a point: if we compare everyone to him, it'll only hurt us because we're letting him take over. Chase hasn't done anything to warrant your hatred anyway, and after yesterday, I thought you'd be more open-minded. Now lay off."
His tone ends it. Whitler deflates in her chair, glaring at her food, but not saying anything. Trent and TJ look at him curiously, but he doesn't pay them any mind.
"What happened yesterday?" I wonder. They'd skipped classes to go look for some hint at Preston's plan, so they weren't there to see him shutting up the kids in his class making jeers at me.
Everyone looks at him like he just gave something away.
"He helped you out," he says easily enough, shrugging as he takes a drink. "Or did you forget your adventures with him yesterday?"
YOU ARE READING
It's a Cruel World, Sir (Student/Teacher)
RomanceHis tongue trails from the side of my chin to the corner of my mouth. I'm frozen on spot, barely breathing. When he pulls away, his eyes are the same shimmering silver I had seen the other night. My breathing spikes, and his eyes dart to my mouth. B...