Till It Last (Shattered#2)

Chapter#5

| Ian Morgan |

Now I knew what parasite felt like.

The blonde had been hell bent on trying to get a rise out of me but I didn't let her have the satisfaction.

I don't let anyone have the satisfaction of getting me.

Someone had come to rescue us when I was on the verge of losing my shit over a girl who didn't know how to keep her mouth shut . I had myself cut off from the class, from the world now I couldn't afford to have an idiot ruin that.

Sometimes people are far too gone to ever come back.

On the way back to the class, she didn't talk to me nor did I. I clenched my fists when I felt her eyes on me. She was trying to dissect me again. There were bitchy girls and then there were nosy ones. I had my fair share of kindling with the opposite sex but really. . .I had been celibate for quiet some time.

Did one year count as quiet some time?

My ex best friend had labeled me a gay , faggot and the f word had been screeched on my brand new car but did I mind it?

Not in fucking least.

They think they can try me.

But I knew what they didn't.

As the last bell rang, I got up and got my backpack. The class broke out into laughter and chatter . .and my ex friends took digs at each other, some day I had been a part of this group , the leader.

The alpha.

But—

My feet hurried up on their own.

"—the game was sick!"

"You should have seen Roy!"

With my head held high and my eyes on the door, I passed by the group by the people I once knew. They were talking about soccer .  .

My heart clenched but I tightened my grip on the strap of my backpack.

As soon as they saw me, they shut up.

I tried not to get their reaction get to me. I always did my best but somehow I always failed.

Fucked up.

And they knew.

"Where are your invisible friends?" Chuck asked with a condescending smile.

I halted and glanced at his smug face.

"Don't act smart, Chuck. It don't suit you, mate." I said in calm voice.

His thick neck turned red.

"What would you know?," His voice turned into a low growl. " Your sainthood won't land you any ass."

I smirked.

"It sure did land me Chelissa."

And then he tried to lung at me!

With a string of curses , he tried to get to my shirt but I didn't budge because I knew he was only shitting with me. His boys caught hold of him while he struggled in their hold—his hands trying viciously to pull at me.

Chuck was all talk and no show.

Rolling my eyes, I made my way towards the door while he promised to give me hell outside.

Hell, yeah right.

Like I wasn't living in one already!

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I mind my business.

I really do but your way is never the God way or something like that because as soon as I entered into the bustling parking lot, my shoulders dropped upon spotting my car.

A tall leggy brunette was standing by it.

"Guess today it's the bus." I muttered darkly contemplating on which route to take home when her eyes landed on me. She found me before I could dodge her.

Boys I could take.

But a girl who won't get the memo?

She stood up straight and pushed her hair over her shoulder. Then she strutted in those high heels that used to make me froth at mouth but not anymore. Judging by the eyeballs she was getting, she had perfected her walk.

I wanted to hate her but I couldn't.

She was living in her own hell and I knew first hand what it felt like to be living there ; there's no escape route.

Chelissa Larson kept coming at me and I ditched the plan to run. I simply waited for her to hurry up so I can get to my car and be somewhere people weren't.

"Hey you!" she chirped in a bright voice , her blue green eyes sparkling with mischief and promise of fun.

I heaved a sigh.

"Drop it. It doesn't work on me." My voice was bland and instantly she dropped that sexy look I had grown so accustomed to.

Chelissa without the facade was a. . . nice real person actually. Someone I could talk to because what I had been through , only she could get it but then again I couldn't talk to her much too.

She fell for me.

"When will you be the old Ian? When will I get to see the resurrection of my Ian? The one who couldn't keep his hands off me." She asked in a normal voice for once.

I glanced around at the students lurking around in parking lot. The sun was quite hot on my head.

"There's no old me. " I said now looking down at her. Her gloss was popping under the sunlight. The fake tan on her face fading slightly. "This is the only me you'll see. I would scat out of here if I were you."

Chelissa smirked now stepping closer to me , until her perfume hit me in the face and her chest was an inch away from mine.

Like I said, nothing of her affected me.

"Afraid Chuck might beat me up? What do you take me for , Morgan? A punching bag?" She gave off a dry chuckle.

"No. I don't want a repeat of that day." I clipped and her face darkened. She hated the fact that I knew everything. She knew what I saw and what happened that day. Accidental stumble on her had made me look at her in a new light.

Chelissa hmmmd , as if what I said didn't make sense , her eyes drinking me up.

"Then be my. . .," she went up on her tip toes and got close to my ear ," hero."

I didn't have it in me to take a step back.

"No one can save you until you want, Chelissa. No one can stand up for you until you don't learn to stand up for yourself."

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