Clothed in our grief

Chapter Twelve

"You've honestly got some nerve, half assing everything and then expecting me to give up some of my own free time just because you feel like it?!" You had called him the moment you got the text, with narrowed eyes and shaking fingers as you went to the phone on the desk and shoved your finger against each button that made up his number.

"I'm usually busy after school-"

"So what? That excuses you for making it harder to learn this for me during the time you actually do show up? I don't care what you do after school, but while we're learning this? Whatever it is that you're doing that's so important that it's taking away at the time we have to learn this, you better figure it out quickly. I'm tired of being polite with you and just shoving it aside, but I'm not stupid." You cut him off, ranting long and harsh. You didn't care that he was the son of the man who gave you this scholarship, you're pretty well known to shut someone down when they step out of line.

As sweet as you're commonly known, and as Bambie and fragile-like as you come off, you can only handle so much. Mason's been known to push this a little too far.

"Tt. I never called you ignorant-"

"But you act like I can't see what's going on! How many times have I accidentally pushed too hard on a bruise. Go on, you can give me an answer. I'll accept being injured as an excuse you can use as to why you're not really trying in this, but if you're going to shove it on something else?" You retorted to him, not having any of what he's saying. You don't care who he is, or how everyone thinks of him. You're not from around here, so you don't understand how to talk to people like this quite yet.

And on the other end of the line? You could practically feel Damian fuming in anger of constantly being cut off, constantly being interrupted, and being shut down and everything he says.

"If you get expelled, you can probably get into any school you want. If I get expelled? I get this taken away from me and I have to go back to public school. My entire life is going to be different because I'm getting a better education, and having a scholarship means that I'm going to have such a better chance at getting into the college I want. Not everyone is as privileged as you are, so do you understand why this upsets me?" You added, and only in return you got silence. It came out harsher than you wanted it to sound, and by this point a customer who had made their way to the line to order a cup of coffee, noticed this and turned around and went back to go look at some books. Probably coming back later when you weren't in an annoyed tone.

"You aren't going to be expelled for something like this. It was just a prank that you didn't carry out." Damian chose to not retort on any of the harsh and blunt truth you had come close to shouting at him through the phone. Of course you didn't know things from his point of view, and it's not like he was going to tell you.

"The principle literally told me I'm going to have my scholarship revoked for something like this. I took you as intelligent-"

"And I took you as someone who-"

"Goodnight, Damian. Don't call this number." You cut him off, after being tired of just being cut off. Which is slightly unfair, because it's all you've been doing to him. But it's not like you care. You're tired, and annoyed.

"You are not calling from your personal phone?" Damian sounded annoyed by this, and it confused you. Why does it matter whose phone you call him from? It's not like you were calling from some random person's personal phone, where they would have Damian's number in their call log. It's the phone in the bookstore.

"I'm using the phone in the bookstore, I'm at work right now. I'm actually closing up in a couple minutes. I'm going home, and I'm going to sleep. Don't even bother calling my cell phone, either." You retorted, knitting your eyebrows together as you spoke. Leaning over and closer to the phone on the desk and clenching your fist with the chord between your fingers.