RECAP: (You may want to go back and reread the chapter to refresh your memory.)
She visited Gabbe's Grave and then came back and met Jong, Jayden rang her and she came to school... Sheya's smug looking and she's getting a lot of attention.
ENJOY!
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JADE:
I leave class not wanting to waste another unnecessary second there. Ayesha jogs after me her grasp on my arm stopping me from escaping into the hallway.
"They're talking about me aren't they?... why did you just brush it off?" I hiss, feeling hurt. I suppose this is what happens when you have hopes of people you don't really know.
"Stop." Her face hardens having picked up my hurt and anger towards her.
"They want a reaction out of you. That's what Sheya does. By reacting you'll fuel everything. I'm not saying just let it happen, do something but catch them off guard. That's how you survive. That's how you play this game."
Guilt crawls its way into me for being so quick to misjudge Ayesha. "What exactly are they saying?"
Ayesha hesitates fiddling with her hijab. "It's more of a what they saw. They exaggerate only seeing what they want to see."
"What?" that sounds way too cryptic for my mind to handle at the moment.
"It's better if I show you."
She pulls out her phone typing away rapidly. Too fast for the screen to keep up. Finally she pulls out a picture. The picture has two pictures combined. One a photo of Jayden and I hugging; this must have been taken yesterday when he dropped me off at home.
The second is of me and Jonghyun when he dropped me home last night. The time and date of both pictures clear as day on them. beneath the photo in bloody red is painted 'Sex for money?'
I let out a shaky breath. Although I know it's not what it looks like it scares me. No one was there on the street... it was empty; both times the street was deserted... or so I assumed. "Excuse me." I mumble heading upstairs. There should be less people there... as much as i'd like to go back to the little forest part leading to the main entrance i'd rather not. It still brings shudders wondering what would have happened if Jonghyun didn't turn up when he did that chilly morning. (Its in a previous chapter)
On my way up the stairs I feel a hand push me, causing me to trip on the stairs. My knees stings at the impact nevertheless I push past. 'Hoe', 'What a slut', 'how about one night with me?' 'How much princess?' are not so subtly directed at me. I want to be away from here.
I reach the top feeling cornered. I want Gabbe here, she always knew what to do in situations like this.
I feel a presence beside me. I shift my eyes up to see some boy I've never seen before. He has a curly brown hair, dark brown almost black eyes and a pale skin tone.
"Hi." He states
"Who are you?" I don't trust this guy. Why would he talk to me? Why would he approach em today of all days? He must want something... Right?
"Names Eric. You're Jade right?"
"No." I deny keeping my face completely straight, normally lying like this would make me want to laugh but I'm not feeling it. I feel more upset.
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