I answer the last question on my French Quiz, and once I've given it to the teacher, I walk back to my table, grab my bag and leave the room. Since she said once we were done we could leave,
But I still have to wait for Catherine so I stand a few inches away from the door, and pull out my phone out of my school bag, only to be surprised when it beeps twice.
I realise It's Claire and press on her messages out of curiosity.
Claire💛:
I'm mad at you.
The fact that I had to hear from
Feely, and not you about how you two
met last night, is just disappointing.
My eyes widened, and I start to text Claire back, but when I see the three bubbles appear again, I stop to see what she's going to ssy.
Claire💛:
Patrick wants your number,
can he have it?
He understands if not, but
he wants to know how you
did on your french exam
I delete my previous text and felt myself smiling He wants your number.
Why am I smiling? I don't know, I shake my head and start typing again, but before I can type more than two letters, my phone gets grabbed out of my hands, which makes me look up, only to stare at Ciara Maloney.
Ah fuck.
"Can't hide in the stalls anymore. Can you, Lynch?" She grins, dropping my phone on the floor and crushes it with her shoe. Well, that's amazing. Just perfect really.
Definitely chose the best timing, Ciara.
She walks closer to me, and when she's two inches away, she slaps me hard across the face, making my head turn to the side, and I clutch my cheek, keeping my head down.
"You're fucking pathetic, just like your fucking sister." She snarls, reaching behind me and grabs a handful of my hair and pulls on it, making my head go back, I wince as I'm forced to stare at the ceiling.
"Actually you're more pathetic, because while you're here, your sister is in her posh private school. Why do you think she was the only one who went to Tommen, huh Delilah? I've done as much as I have to you as I have her. Seems like your mother has a favourite daughter." She starts laughing, and I squeeze my eyes shut as my bottom lip starts to tremble.
As much as I hate to admit it, Ciara is right, the week before Christmas break was really bad for both of us, but Mam insisted she was going to pull Shannon out of BCS right away, and I would just have to toughen up.
Which I was fine with, because my sister deserves a better life than what she's been given, so I didn't argue, I went along with it and pretended like it was alright, and even though Joey tried to get Mam to send me Tommen as well, she wouldn't listen, complaining how expensive the school was and that she could barely afford for Shannon to go there.
"Ooh." Ciara giggles, "Seems like i was right, does your Mammy not love you?"
"Fuck off." I sneer, speaking up with the smallest bit of confidence I have, and Ciara lets go of my hair, so I can move my head again, she gives me a fake grin before her fist connects with my face. "What did you just say, cunt?"
"Nothing..." I mutter, and pinch my nose together when i feel it bleeding.
Ciara rolls her eyes, but before she can do or say anything else, I watch as Casey comes into my sight, and she drags the blond away from me, by grabbing a handful of her hair.
Aoife comes running from the same direction, and at the same time Catherine walks out of the classroom.
The blond walks over to me and grabs my hand and pulls me behind her, towards the bathrooms.
