Rain.

Chapter nine

I've haven't read the comments of my chapters in a while because I've seen a few negative ones (which is inevitable) and I'm way too sensitive lmao. Most of you guys are really nice though so, thank you.

"You look like a slut." A voice drawls from the corner.

I don't even blink. Far from Alyssa's friends theory, throwing insults at each other has become part of our daily routine. Although it seems that I'm more affected by them then he is. Or he's just really good at hiding it.

"Where are you going?" He asks.

"Are you asking so that you can avoid me?" I roll my eyes and turn to face him.

"Sure, whatever, where are you going?" he asks, continuing to survey my body.

"Wherever I like. I'm a free woman, Ro Ro." I say, and when I realise he's come to stand beside me I pat his shoulder, patronisingly.

"Is Alyssa going?" he asks.

"Yeah she's gone earlier than me because she needs to buy some drink-" I interrupt myself when I feel his cold fingers on my upper thigh and instantly jump away, "What are you doing?"

"Pulling your dress down." he says with a shrug.

"Are your hands always that cold?" I ask.
But I want to ask, Is every part of your body that cold? How would it feel if-

He looks at his hands, as if seeing them for the first time. "I don't know." He shrugs.

"You're like a vampire."

"Yeah I'm actually Edward Scissorhands or whatever that guy's called from that book you like."

I start laughing, "Edward Scissorhands? From twilight?" I ask and then sober up, realising something. "How do you know I like twilight?" Not many people know that. I kinda keep it a secret.

He shrugs and mumbles something.

"What?"

"Saw you carrying it." He mumbles again, just loud enough so I can hear it this time.

He definitely didn't. I don't carry it around. It stays in my top left drawer beside my bed. He's definitely been in my room whilst I'm out and seen it. I don't say that though, since, although most would think of our conversation as not civil, with him calling me a slut and all, for us, this is civil. And I want to keep it civil.

"Ok. Byeeeee!" I wave and walk out of the door slamming it behind me.

"Where are you going?" I hear the loud shout behind me. I ignore it.

--

I'm going to what Alyssa has described as 'small get-together' that she has dragged me out of my room, for the first time in a long time, to attend.

I walk into this random person's house, that Alyssa knows, to discover, this isn't a get together, its a fucking party. I instantly head straight to the drinks table. If I'm gonna get through this night, socialising with people I don't like, I need to be on the verge of liver failure.

I chug down even more alcohol than I did that night that I went home with Sam.

Roman still doesn't know that nothing even happened between Sam and I, not that he'd care.

I think I mistook his psycho behaviour for caring, my bad.

A girl with long platinum blonde hair sways up to me, her hands on the part of her short red dress that's on her hips, "I'm Stacey," she announces.

"Hi Stacey. I'm Paige." I say with a smile. I've never even seen her before. Is this my chance to make a friend that isn't Alyssa?

"I know," She says shortly.

"So what classes do you-"

She interrupts my attempt to make polite small talk and gets straight to the point, "I heard you're trying to get with Roman?"

"No, No," I laugh, "Trust me I am not-"

"He doesn't like you." she says, putting her hands on her hips.

"Yeah I know. I don't like him either-"

"Well stop getting him to do your dirty work."

"My dirty work? What are you talking about-," I begin to ask but she's already walked away, shoving herself through the crowd like she's the most important person here.

Before I can even process what just happened I hear the door open and Sam walks in with a black eye and a cut across his cheek.

I rush up to him, pushing myself through the crowd of people that surrounds him.
"Sam, are you ok? What happened to you?"

He looks down at me, disgusted.

What? What have I done wrong? I thought we were friends?

"He fucking hit me," he says, touching his still bleeding lip.

"Who?" I ask, still in denial, even though the answer is pretty obvious.

Please, please don't be-

"Roman," he says.

Fuck.

"Why did he hit you?" I ask.

"Because he's a fucking psycho." He spits out angrily. And I know, with everything he's done to me, I should agree. I'm pretty sure I've called him a psycho a few times actually, scratch that I've called him a psycho a few times today. But it doesn't sit right with me when someone else says it.

Surely he wouldn't hit someone unprovoked, would he?

Alyssa runs up to me, and breathlessly bursts out, "Paige, Paige, did you hear that Roman hit-," she stops, noticing Sam at my side. "Oh heyyy Sam," she waves awkwardly.

"Sorry, excuse us, Sam." I say and drag Alyssa off to the side.

"I can't believe he did that." I whisper furiously. "He's insane!"

"For you." she whispers back.

"What do you mean for me?" I ask.

"Did you not hear what Sam was saying about you? He called you a whore in front of everyone in the hall, and then he was saying-"

Alyssa stops when she sees tears fill my eyes. "I'm sorry, he's a fucking asshole," she says hugging me.

"Just like Roman said he was," I whisper. God, why didn't I listen to him? I didn't actually sleep with him but I made it look like I did, as some tragic attempt to make Roman jealous.

"And Roman stood up for me?" I asked. He called me a slut earlier today but hits someone when they call me a whore? What the fuck is wrong with this man?

She nods, "I've never seen him so angry."

"What about when he found out I was living with you?"

She smiles, "Even angrier than that."

I pull back to look her in the eyes, "I still hate him."

"I know," she nods, pulling me back into her hug, "you should."