Are You The One For Me?

Are You The One For Me? (7) - Edited.

CALLISTA'S POV:

I knew from one look at Niya that she had just gotten into an argument with someone. Her face was completely red and her mouth was set in a thin line. Yet, she still managed to looking strikingly beautiful.

Maybe it was in her genes or something. Her entirely family was perfect in some way or another. From her parents' royal lifestyles to older bro's amazing music skills to her older sister's model body and her little sister's brains.

Her parents never fought. She got along with her siblings. They were all equal in everything and well liked by everyone. Niya grew up with the things I could only dream of having. Which was probably why I worshiped her so badly.

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"OK, what did you say to him?" I crossed my arms over my chest and eyed Niya.

I knew it without even having to ask Niya that she had some kind of dispute with Eric over me.

"What are you..." her voice faltered as she struggled to catch her breath. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh come on, Niya, it's all over your face," I tilted my head to the side. "You did something, didn't you?"

"Maybe." she answered meekly.

I felt my heart sinking. I knew Niya was only trying to help me, but she may have just made everything even worse.

"What'd he say?" I almost didn't want to know, but I didn't want to be completely oblivious of it either.

"God he's such a...ugh, ugh, he-" in that moment, Niya looked completely exhausted. I was beginning to get really scared; was it really that bad?

"He's what, Niya?"

Niya snapped to attention and looked at me with sad eyes. She placed her hands on my shoulders and gave them a slight squeeze.

"I am so sorry I let you do all that. I shouldn't have ever given you that crappy advice. This is the reason why you're still like this now, isn't it?" Niya's words were measured and careful. "Cali, I'm so sorry, I didn't act the right way. I saw how bad of a guy he was and I still let him screw you over. I am honestly, totally, very, very sorry."

I started backing away from her touch. My mouth went dry while my thoughts went haywire.

'Oh, no, no, no, no, tell me you didn't, Niya. Please, please, please.'

My breathing picked up. She couldn't have. Niya couldn't have ruined things for me with him so quickly.

'Please, God, no. Please let it be false,' I begged. 'Please let Niya be joking.'

But, I had to know how it all went down. I had to know about everything he said and every way he had reacted. It was crucial for me to know.

"Niya," I said softly. "Tell me what Eric said. Please."

Niya shook her head. "Not Eric," the rest of her words came out fuzzy and blurred. "I didn't talk to Eric. I...I talked to Dylan."

I shook my head. I was getting disoriented. Stupid side-effects always hitting me at the worst times.

"Wait, what?" I leaned forward so I could hear Niya better.

"I'm so sorry for getting you into that mess with Dylan in the first place and then just leaving you stranded to deal with it all alone. Can you please forgive me?" Niya pleaded, her face crumbling.

I shook my head again. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"So, you didn't talk to Eric about it? You talked to Dylan?!" That was just as worse. Eric was a nice guy, he would've understood why Niya talked to him about me. Dylan was not. Dylan was the opposite. Dylan knew me longer than Eric. He...he hated me. "Niya, what have you done?!" I moaned. "Why did you talk to Dylan for? He already hates me, you know that! Now...now, he must-" I didn't dare sneak a glance over at him in case he was plotting my death over at his table.

"But, no, listen, Cali, I told Dylan it wasn't your fault! I told him it all was me!" Niya cut in.

"That doesn't matter," I shook my head in desperation. "He's not gonna listen to you!"

"Oh, Callista, I just wanted to make things better for you."

I started backing away. I felt faint and as if I was going to drop down on my knees right there and then.

We were both a mess at that moment, but I knew Niya still was the one that looked better out of the two of us. She was beautiful and I was nothing. Everyone loved Niya and everyone thought I was weird. Everything was going to work out for her and no one would even remember me.

Crazy thoughts spun around in my head along with images of Dylan and Eric both giving me disgusted looks and glaring eyes. People circled around me and jeered on with them, calling me names, spitting at my feet, and laughing in my face.

It all felt so real that when the shrill bell rang overhead signaling the end of lunch, it took me a while to realize that it was all just a part of my imagination. It wasn't real, none of it was - not yet, at least.

"Niya, can you please just stop trying to help?" I asked her.

"But-!"

"Please!"

I turned and rushed to exit the cafeteria. Instead of heading to class, I returned to the bathroom and over to the stall I was in before. My head spun and my legs shook. I took a seat on the floor and brought my knees to my chest and muffled my face in my lap. I never wanted to get out of there. I felt totally done for.

A/N: Ah, such despair, but what can you do, right? Don't worry, things will get better and easier for Callista later. :) But, for now, despair and suffering is all she's gonna get. As well as faint spells and hunger cramps. But, secrets come with consequences and you're gonna have to face them if you want to be perfect. =D

Anyways, next ch. should be up soon. Keep a look out, won't ya? =)