Calantha

Chapter 2_question

Questions

The next day when I got to school, everywhere I went, people were whispering. I ignore them. I guessed that it had something to do with Didier talking to me at the library yesterday. Who cares what they thought? I didn't, and I was sure as hell that Didier didn't. However, as soon as I got in my first period class a shout of cheer applauds wel!come me sarcastically. I walked slowly towards my desk.

"What are they applauding about?" I asked Mark Frank who sat behind me.

"They're congratulating you."

"For what?"

He took out the school newspaper and handed it to me. I felt a scream bubble up my throat and tried to burst from my mouth but I blocked it just in time.

DIDIER AND THE MYSTERIOUS NEW GIRL

In the darkest corner of the library, Didier was seeing talking with a mysterious girl who we later discover was Calantha Visco who is hardly known around the school.

Is she his new girl? Moreover, what will his ex-girlfriend and ex-girlfriends think of this new switch.

"Hey, are you ok?" Mark asked. I didn't realized that I was hyperventilating. My breathing was ragged and for a moment, I thought I was suffocating.

"I'm going to kill the bastard." I must have sounded quite convincing because I saw Mark flinched away from me. As for the newspaper club, don't they have anything to better to do? Well excuse me if I was hardly known around the school. I'd like to confront one of them and showed them how much I'm hardly known around the school. They didn't really have to add that part did they?

As soon as the bell ring, I sprang from the classroom knowing I would find him in second period. When he spotted me, he smiled as though my reaction was exactly what he was expecting.

"You sorry son of a b_*," I spat in his face when I reach him. "I will kick you ass and make you regret for ever meddling with me."

"What are you so upset about?" he asked still grinning.

"What have you done?" I said through clenched teeth, shoving the newspaper in his chest.

"It's not my fault, I didn't tell them to write it" he reached up and curled his fingers around my wrist, holding it there. I tried to pull away but his fingers formed manacles around my wrist.

"But you can tell them to stop."

"I can't do that."

"You can and you will. Even if I have to beat it out of you, you will tell them to stop." He stared at me as if he had forever to consider me. Wondering perhaps how much my determination was.

"Ok" he finally said. The corner of my lips twitched with the hope that it would be easy, but then he added, "With one condition, however."

"Condition? This is your entire fault to begin with." Of course he would asked for payment. The bastard, he forgot that this was entirely his fault.

"You're the one who wants your name out of the spotlight love. Take it or leave It." his expression stubborn and determined.

"Name your terms," I grudgingly said.

He let go of my wrist, reached in his pocket, pulled a lavender card with gold sparkles all over it with the name Club Tibet, and handed it to me.

"Come to this place Saturday night, I'll be there."

"And if I come, you promised that you will order those good-for-nothing journalist club people to never write anything about me on their paper again?"