He's cold, insensitive and rude... But why can't I stay away?
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My love life was the last of my problems. Last year, bullies, penny less... Senior year didn't present itself exactly as a dream. And everything gets even worst when...
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No no no no no no-
There must be some misunderstanding. I gripped the side of the locker and closed my lids forcefully. I knew I was getting weird looks from the other students parading the hallway, but luckily the limited lunch time and they were forced to mind their own business and let me have my little crisis.
I forced a sharp breath, feeling light headed as multiple thoughts run me over at once. Her glacial glare was burned in my mind making it all more rushed. A glare I didn't think I'd be seeing again here and everything in me froze.
I could barely feel my heart, like it'd dropped to my stomach, crumbling like a paper under the pressure and apprehension of seeing her.
Jade Stefan.
Apparently, her parents had paid her way back in. Not really that surprising, but still a total shock when I leave class for lunch period and saw her barely meters away, chatting cheerfully with another cheerleader. Well, cheerfully until her gaze met mine, then even through that smile her eyes turned murderous.
Why? How could they let her back? Why why why why-
"Oh my God, Alyson." all my spine stiffened at the sweet/fake-concerned voice from behind me. No. Fear flowed through my veins like liquid ice. "I've been looking everywhere for you," she sounded closer now, right beside me. I flinched when she grabbed my shoulder to turn me to face her.
Jade.
"A little jumpy, are we?" she smiled innocently at my grimace, almost passing as a sweet girl, but the coldness in her eyes didn't fool me.
I clenched my hold on the book I was holding, needing some balance for the sudden ragged drummer in my chest. Blood rushed deafening in my ears as I gawked at her like seeing a ghost. Last time I'd been in the same space as her... she kicked me. She beat me and humiliate me. And now was standing there, acting like we were old friends meeting again?
I felt lightheaded, dizzy. The attention to her little scene only made it ten times worse. What was she doing?
"What?" she slightly grinned when I failed in reacting. Her voice smooth as she tilted her head to the side. The perfect image of innocence.
"Y-you..."
"Oh, right." she giggled and I almost flinched again when she reached out to fiddle nonchalantly with one lock of golden hair. "I just got back. You see? They say now they're getting me under very close vigilance." her eyes rolled tauntingly and I felt my heart going overdose at her psychotic ways.
Every pair of eyes in that hallway was looking.
Everyone knew what she'd done... or at least had a vague idea.
I had expected her to keep her distance not to get expelled again, or in case she wanted to confront me again to do it alone but no. There she was. Openly making me lose my mind in a crowded hallway. Was this her way to rub in my face that she'd gotten away with it?
