𝖯𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖱𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌

Chapter fourteen | The accident

CHAPTER 14 | THE ACCIDENT

NEVAEH STOLLY

"I know that the type of people with Zaiah's personality may seem like a pain in the ass but they also have their funny side," I explain to the girl who has her gaze glued to my face. 

Zaiah throws a little water on my face and I smile, raising my gaze towards him. "Neve, love, when she says I'm not her type it refers to the fact that she doesn't like boys at all." 

"Oh. Oh," the moment of realization hits me and now it's like it all makes sense. She wasn't jealous of me but she was of Zaiah. 

"That's the first time a girl likes me. I feel a little nervous, I'm not going to lie." a wave of warmth fills my body and when I look at Love I see how she smiles in the corner of her mouth. 

"Now that you've seen how Neve feels, you can leave." Zaiah's voice seems a little grumpy and I don't understand why. 

"Jealous puppet?" The girl with the piercing in her nose whispers with a grin on her face. 

Zaiah didn't get to answer her because the toilet door opened and Tamara entered her and Carl was behind her. They both breathe heavily and seem relieved when they see us. 

"Here you are." my best friend says through her breath.

"I told you to look for them here for the first time. But you said they certainly wouldn't go here." Carl teases Tamara and she turns her gaze to him. "Let's not talk about the past, okay?"

I feel Zaiah's hands in my hair again and I close my eyes to the pleasant feeling. "You should do this more often, pretty boy."

"I'm not your head washer." 

"And what are you doing here, Love? Have you come to see how humiliated my Nevaeh feels? You can leave. We don't need you or your arrogance. And you tell Delaynia that if she ever hurts Nevaeh again she's going to have to deal with me." Her words are harsh and you can feel the threat in them.

"I'm not going to do this again." She turns her gaze to me and speaks again. "I'm really sorry about what happened, doll. I hope you'll be fine." With that said, she's leaving the bathroom and everyone's watching her.

"Doll? Who does she think she is? She never had dolls and now she thinks people are her toys?" Carl says the words confidently behind Tamara.

"I didn't think you'd hit her back, Neve." Zaiah changes the subject.

Many did not expect to hit her. 

"Well, my father taught me to be kind to the people around me. To respect everyone. Because we don't know what they went through. How hard they tried not to end their lives every day. We don't know how hard they worked to get to where they are now. But he also taught me that when someone is bad to me, I should be bad to them. Because if I don't do anything to stop them, then I'm just like them. Because if I don't do anything, they'll think I'm weak and play with me like I'm their own puppet. And I don't want to live up to someone else's decisions." 

After I finish my speech, I feel like everyone's eyes are on me. A slightly awkward silence sets in between us, but Carl interrupts it. "Zaiah, can I borrow your motorcycle today? And you can come home with my car. Please!" He tied his hands together in a sign of prayer.

"Why?" Zaiah has finally finished washing my hair so I want to get up but he stops me. "We have to dry it somehow." 

"No need. It's not very wet. It will dry until the end of class."