Operation Falling | Operation Series Book 1 (Slow Updates)

Chapter 33

Chapter Thirty Three

MICHAEL

A frown appears on my face as I watch John pull Cynthia away to one of the classrooms on the corridor. I'm a step away from removing her hand from John's grip but Dorcas stops me by stepping in front of me.

She continues to sniffle in front of me, making a show of wiping her tears from her face and I just had to roll my eyes.

"That's enough already." I snap at her, letting her know that I'm not buying her little show. She seems a bit shocked by my words but she is quick to get over it.

She opens her mouth to talk but I step out of her way and start to head to our classroom. Grace is on her phone so she isn't really paying attention to us. She is standing next to the classroom John has just taken Cynthia to and I eye the door of the classroom maliciously.

What are they even doing in there?

My curiosity gets the better of me and I begin to approach the classroom but that's until Dorcas steps in my way again.

"What do you think you are trying to do?" She asks, her voice sounding amused.

Grace looks at us at that moment, confusion crossing her face.

To be honest, what was I going to do?

Drag her out of the classroom? Interrupt them?

Why?

I ignore the question, not ready to come to terms with whatever is going on with me. So without saying a word, I continue on my way to my classroom as planned. I know Dorcas is still following me but I'm not as irritated as I should be about that.

That doesn't last though.

As soon as she sees that I've gotten my bag from the class and I'm about to leave without so much as sparing her a glance, she resorts to her favorite pass time.

Cause drama.

Just when I'm sure that I've left her behind and I won't have to deal with her, she calls out my name.

No, she screams.

Attracting the attention of thankfully, just a handful number of students who immediately turn to find out what's going on.

I contemplate ignoring her and just leaving but I'm not really enjoying the attention right now.

I turn to look at her and find her with a defiant expression, "What do you want?"

She closes the distance between us and comes to stand right in front of me.

"Won't you even apologize?"

Apologize? I don't think I've done anything to warrant any apology.

"Apologize for what?"

She looks offended by that question, "Are you serious right now? Have you forgotten how you humiliated me in front of your friends and that stupid 'orphan' girl?"

"Can you stop calling her orphan? You know she's actually not an orphan, right?"

"Why? Are you suddenly bothered by the name I call her? You never seemed to care until now." She eyes me intently and I just shrug.