Teasing Me as You're Loving Me

Chapter 22. Angry tears should stay angry.

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Snooping is wrong. And I know it. But I'm glad I stopped and listened to Jayre and his friends, because now I know what they think of me, and how Jayre probably agrees. He stayed silent! He didn't even make a single noise of protest. He just let them.

Tears rolled down my face, angry tears. I was crying because of Jayre. And I hate myself for that. My vision begins to blur, and I know I need a shoulder to lean on.

I knock on Wacky and Zander's room. Wacky answers with a confused expression, which shifts immediately into a look of concern. The tears didn't stop. I started sniffling and hiccuping now. On my way here, I basically used my glasses and hair as a shield, so no one could see I was crying.

"What happened?" I hear Wacky say, I shook my head. He ushers me inside, wrapping an arm around me. Zander rips his gaze away from his phone, and does a double take when he sees me. He stands up immediately, rushing towards me and Wacky. I sink onto the floor, Wacky and Zander on either side of me. Wacky's hand rubs my back as I hiccup.

I could only muster one word as I taste the saltiness of my tears. "Jayre." Zander goes tense beside me and Wacky lets out a curse. "Can you get some of my stuff from me and Jayre's room?" I say, handing over the keys. Zander gets up, but Wacky stays beside me, handing me a box of tissues.

"What was that one quote again? Oh right! 'Boys should ruin your lipstick, not your mascara' or something like that." Wacky says.

I sniffle. "You know I hate wearing mascara." Which was true. I liked eyeliner, but not mascara, too clumpy.

Wacky shrugs as he pats my back when I let out a sob. I can't believe I'm crying over a boy. A boy out of all things. The only things I should be crying about are my grades. I had defended him when Zander and Wacky called him a jerk. Turns out they were right.

Zander is back and he strides across the rook in steady steps before handing me a pillow, jacket and a blanket. "Do you wanna spend the night here? Or maybe the rest of the retreat..."

"You can do that?" I ask through sniffles. He and Wacky nod as I bury my face in the pillow Zander brought. "I can't believe I'm crying." I sob. And what's worse is that my tears weren't angry tears anymore, they transitioned into sad tears. And it irritates me. I should still be mad, why am I even sad for?

"It's a basic human emotion, you have to believe it." Wacky states as I pull my legs up to my chest. Zander looks at me with Sympathy. And I let another sob break out. "And yes, we can do that, the other students have been doing it and the teachers know nothing." Wacky grimaces.

"Do you want me to beat him up for you?" Zander says after huffing a humorless laugh. I shake my head, though it would be legendary to see Jayre get punched in the face. Zander sighs and puts an arm on my shoulder. "You know what? We should have a movie marathon." he smirks. "So that way, we're all crying by the time night falls."

Wacky nods with a smile. "Let's watch Harry Potter! All of the movies." And at that I look up at them, sniffling but smiling.

"Yeah... That would be nice."

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"How do you stack these damn pillows?" Zander groans in frustration. I look over to him and walk over. I place a few of the heavier pillows I found on the couch and make them balance.

I raise my hands. "Ta-da! Easy as that." Wacky laughs as he lays the blanket down and puts some extra pillows on the edge of the bed before turning the TV on.

Me and Wacky are very much in tears by the time Harry is done with the Triwizard tournament. "How could they let someone that handsome die." Wacky sobs and I nod.

Zander raises his eyebrows at us, chewing his popcorn judgmentally. "You guys are crying over Diggory." he asks in exasperation. Me and Wacky both whirl our heads to look at him with scowls on our faces.

"Seriously?—" I start to speak, but I am quickly cut off by the harsh sounds of someone knocking. "What the hell? Who in god's green earth would be knocking on your guy's door?" I ask. Wacky and Zander shrug. I sigh. "I'm not getting up. Too comfy."

"Ain't gonna be me!" Zander says and Wacky groans, getting up.

He walks to the door, complaining, but stops dead once he swings the door open. "Do you need something you jerk?" Wacky sneers. Zander and I look at each other before getting up and rushing to stand beside Wacky. My blood boils when I see who is waiting on the other side of the door.

"Layla! Hey—" I swing the door close before he gets to continue. I cannot believe the nerve he has to show up here. I breathe heavily, counting from one to ten, trying to calm my thoughts before I do something stupid. Jayre knocks again. And I lean against the door.

Wacky and Zander's faces show concern before it flips to irritation when there's knocking once again. I sigh. My mother didn't raise a bitch. I open the door, crossing my arms. "What do you want?" I ask.

And to my bitter annoyance, Jayre gives me a teasing smile. "Is that any way to talk to your friend?" he asks. Wacky hisses as Zander scoffs. Is he dense? How could he just act so innocent as if this day was all sunshine and rainbows.

"Well, I know that my actions are very much justified when said friend let his other friends talk trash about me." I slow, cold smile spreads across my face. His eyes widen.

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