My brother's a rapist, my dad's got two identities. What's next?

Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Abigial's POV

Have you every tried looking normal after having kissed your ex that you've missed so much even though he's hurt you? Probably you have, but I bet you didn't feel the way I did.

Once locking myself into one the of the cubicles in the girls bathroom, I could control my tears after that. They continued pouring down my cheek, as if it was a tap that could not be closed. I grabbed a chunck of toilet paper, and tried my best to dry my eyes, not caring so much that my make-up would be a right mess. Suddenly, footsteps could be heard in the bathroom, so I kept my mouth closed.

"So, you like it here?" I heard a preppy voice say, as heels began clicking on the tile floor. Another pair of clicking heels joined the first one, and the voice that came from her was just as preppy.

"Yeah, it's actually pretty cool! I mean, there are so many hot guys to choose from!" I instantly knew that it must be Marcia and the new girl Leesa; who else would talk non-stop about guys?

"Yeah, I know right?" Marcia chirped, and plugged in what seemed like a hair-straightener into a socket. Self obsessed. They carried way too much pride. "I actually have to say that new guy, the one we bumped in a couple minutes ago-"

"Yeah, that guy with the band t-shirt? God was he flaaming hot!" Leesa's voice sounded like a train screaching to a halt. And that really annoyed me. But what annoyed me the most was who they were talking about.

"I know! Did you know he's single now?" Marcia commented. Leesa gasped and did what sounded like a jump.

"Are you serious?" She cried, letting out a giggle. My fists slowly began to clench as I realised what was going on.

"Yale is mine," I mouthed, burning with anger. It still surprised me how I hated it that someone else had interest in my ex, even though we were no longer together after what he did to me. And the fact that I don't care what he did to me any more surprised me even more.

"Hell yeah! He used to date the ugly chick. I forgot her name; the one who was with that girl with the blonde hair and coloured streaks in the waiting office."

"You have got to be kidding me," Leesa replied, letting out another of her girl gasps. Marcia made a 'mhm' sound, causing Leesa to gasp yet again.

"Yepp, they dated for like .. nearly a year. But then they randomly broke up. It was like, all over facebook." I cursed under my breath, hating the fact that they were talking behind my back, with me being a couple meters away from them. I couldn't stand it much longer, and stood up from the closed toilet seat, and flushed the toilet. I unlocked the door and stepped out, not bothering to look up at the two.

"You were in there the whole time, and didn't bother to say anything?" Marcia remarked, putting her hands on her hips. I reluctantly looked up, giving her the mosted boredest look I could manage.

"Yeah, so?" I replied, glaring at her. "And what is it with you?" Marcia smirked and looked lovingly at her nails.

"Nothing. But I'd like the get one thing straight. Since you and Yale are no longer a thing, he belongs to me. And you are not going to take him from me. He deserves someone so much better than you; someone like me." I glared harder at her, my fists clenching. I opened the door, and before stepping out, I gave her one last remark.

"He is not yours!" I suddenly felt the presence behind me, and turned to see Yale standing there, one of his eye brows raised.

"And I'm not yours either," he said simply, and gave Marcia a small smile. "Wanna hang out after school? I've got nothing to do, so I'll be bored at home." Marcia smiled broadly and walked over and pushed me aside. My mouth hung open in pure shock and anger. She went over to Yale, and put her arms around his neck. I watched as he put his arms around her waist, and kissed her forehead.

"I'd love to," she replied, kissing him back. He smiled and let her go.

"Great! I'll pick you up after school," he answered, giving her a smile. He then turned to me, and shot me a glare. I pressed my lips together, and moved away from them. I could hear Marcia laughing as I walked away, feeling a new set of tears forcing their way out of my eyes. What did I do to deserve this?

School passed by quickly, and before I knew it, it was time to go home. I sighed as I dumped a bunch of books and papers in my locker before locking it, and picking up my bag. I was still shocked and angry after what happened this morning, and I couldn't get over it. My heart was burning with pain, knowing Yale no longer had interest in me.

"Hey Abby! I was wondering if you'd like to-" I turned to look behind me to see Jenna standing there with a smile on her face. It immediately disappeared when she saw my face. "Abby what's wrong?" I shook my head and walked passed her, heading for the exit of the school. I had no interest in talking. And I knew perfectly well that Jenna probably wanted to talk about they new guy she was talking to a while ago.

"Abby wait!" She called, running to catch up with me. "Tell what's going on!" I stopped and turned to her, my eyes filled with tears.

"Yale has no interest in me; just now he was all over Marcia. Invited her to hang out. Wrapped his arms around her waist. Kissed her forehead. What the hell?!" Jenna raised an eyebrow.

"I thought you didn't care about him anymore?" I sighed, and continued walking.

"I do. A lot." I heard a pair of heels clicking behind me, and turned to see Marcia walking together with Yale, their fingers entangled together as they held hands. My stomach churned with jealousy. Marcia smirked, and Yale didn't even bother to look at me. All he said was a hello to Jenna before walking out of the school building. Jenna looked at me with a sympathetic look.

"I'm sorry Abby," she whispered, and pulled me into a hug. All I could do was cry. Yale was being totally un reasonable. Seriously. Going around with Marcia? I knew perfectly well that he was not the kind of person to date popular, full-of-themself, arrogant girls. And wasn't it strange how he was begging for my forgiveness and to accept him again just this morning? I frowned.

Was he making me jealous? If he was, hell it was working.