"Return of his soul"

Chapter 6

Miller Schwarz POV:

I was worried. I couldn't find Hazel. I suddenly remember the spot we met yesterday - "the basketball court". "Hazel?" I mumbled. I ran towards her.  I saw someone hiding behind the tree. "Was that Sezal? Oh God," my eyes were filled with terror seeing her like this.

"Sezal, is that you?" I looked down at her. She was hiding her face between her knees and trembling. "Miller?" Her voice cracked. She stood up and hugged me tight. "Sezal, I've got the situation handled. Calm down," I patted her head. "They are calling me a slut. I, I, I..." She choked on her tears.

"I've never touched a man before. You know the truth, right? Tell them," her beautiful hazel eyes were swollen. "I know, I know," I cupped her face in my hands. "What if my mom sees that post? There is nasty stuff written about me.  I am doomed, Miller," she clenched my hoodie.

I promise I'll destroy these people, I think in my head. "Sezal, they deleted the post. The person who gave you  pain, I ruined her life. 

Calm down, please. Look, your beautiful eyes are red and swollen. All the shine from your face has gone. Have pity on me. Don't hurt yourself," I wiped the tears from her face.

"You!" She looked at me aggressively. "You're the reason why I'm in pain," she pushed me. "Me? How? Why would I disgrace a you? What will I get in return?" I shrugged my shoulders.

 "Maybe you want to make a scene so everyone would think you're some kind of heroic guy who raises his voice for the feeble. Ultimately, everyone would love you more," she wiped her red face with her palm.

"Is that what you think? Haan? Am I that bad?" I jammed my hands in my pockets. "Yes, that's what I think. You're a selfish rich man who knows how to use people for their advantage," she made a harsh gasp

"Okay, since you dislike..." My voice cracked. "Dislike? I hate you for using me," she screamed. I never felt like crying in my life as a man, but now I wanted to burst into tears.

"Since I am the villain of your story, Hazel, look into my eyes and say you hate me," my eyes were teary while she was standing stunned in front of me. 

"Miller Schwarz! I, Sezal, hate you," I was looking into her eyes, while her burning red eyes, were looking up at me in hate. Indeed, she hated me for something I had not done.

"Okay, then since you hate me, I will never come in your way again. Enjoy your life," My voice cracked, and my eyes shed a tear which fell on her cheek. She was standing silent,

 no remorse, no regret. I left the place in a rush. "Bro, is everything okay? Miller?" Jacob asked. "Not now, Jacob," I avoided him and went straight to the parking lot.

Sezal POV:

I wiped my tears. "Miller deserved that," I stood up and walked to my art class. That's the only class that gives me the opportunity to express myself through colors. 

Today, I painted all my emotions out on the canvas. "Wow, Sezal, that's really nice painting! Good job," the teacher patted my shoulder and smiled. I nodded .

After 30 minutes:

"Hey, Sezal," Jacob approached me. "Hey!" I nodded. "I think you hurt Miller. He left in a rush. He seemed furious," Jacob looked concerned.

 "I don't care! It's not my job to stay updated on where he goes or whatever he does," I rolled my eyes. "No, girl, I think he likes you. You must treat him with respect," he smiled nervously.

"Oh, what do you know about love? You are the most popular guy in school. You probably have dated half of our school," I crossed my arms.

 "I once fell in love, and through that experience, I learned. You must validate the person you're in love with because you don't know when they disappear," I listened quietly. "Think about what I said. After all, you'll do what seems right to you. bye," Jacob left.

I was walking home, thinking about Miller all the way. Maybe he was telling the truth and I overreacted, or what if he only wanted to make a scene? It could be anything these days; you can't trust anyone.

 As I reached home, I saw his Supra getting into his mansion. Maybe he was with some modal like women. "Of course, these types of men can have whatever they want. I was right! He was just messing around. Why would he be interested in an average-looking girl?"

Two weeks passed:

Miller comes to school and hang out with rich, cool kids. We never interacted after that incident. He has a high ego. He is not even interested looking at me, and Jacob was saying he liked me. 

I was leaning by my locker, scrolling photos, when suddenly someone snatched my phone from my hands. "Let's see what you're watching ugly rat," Morgan laughed at me. "15 ways to become a floozy girl," Chanty pointed at me.

After two weeks, I saw Miller staring at me while he was serious but others were laughing. "Hey, Morgan, throw her phone here," Miller ordered Morgan. "Here you go, dear!" she laughed at me. 

"All you bastards, stop!" I screamed. "Hazel, come here and take it," Miller chuckled. "Hazel? You mean Sezal?" Jacob asked in confusion. "Oh yeah, Sezal," he avoided their gaze.

 "Come here if you want your phone," he said, leaning against his locker. "I'll kick your ass," I said to myself. I went where he was standing. "Now give my phone back," I turned my head left to avoid his gaze.

 "What phone?" He smirked. I looked above into his eyes. He melted down literally. "Flirt, cut the crap" I mumbled. "Excuse me? I can't hear your beautiful voice," he said, and everyone was laughing at me. 

My blood was boiling. "You're a Ass***, Miller!" I screamed at him while others were making noise at my comeback. "The son of a billionaire is rejected by a girl for the first time! How does it feel, Miller?" I crossed my arms, raised an eyebrow with a tight grin.

His smile faded away. Suddenly, he bent down and whispered in my ear, "Listen, kid. I was trying to be nice with you, but apparently, you don't deserve that" I stayed silent, My eyes dragged between  his perfect lips and his eyes. 

"my hate is more stronger than my love sezal, and I hope you don't want that ," his gray eyes were burning with wrath. Fear choked my throat. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. "Here's your phone," he dropped my phone and left with his gang. I sat on the ground and picked up my broken phone.

To be continued...