That Summer

Chapter 3 - Oh, you're leaving?

Chapter 3 - Oh, you're leaving?

"Oh. you're leaving?" That was all it took for everything we had to shatter to bits. We stood facing each other in the pouring rain, I don't think he could see the tears falling down my face. He laughed coldly and mumbled loud enough for me to hear, "That's why you suddenly left unannounced and ignored all my calls and messages."

"I'm sorry, but I didn't know what to do. I... I..." I pleaded.

Shaun laughed coldly and replied, "Then stay. Stay here with me."

"I... I... I can't. Sorry," I muttered and Shaun's face turned stoic. He turned around and just walked away. Every cell in my body is urging for me to stop him.

I shook my head so that I would stop thinking about it. I looked up to see Sam scrutinizing the look on my face.

"What's going on?" Sam questioned, his arched his brow in a "is-it-what-i'm-thinking-it-is" way. I nodded in reply and I swore I saw disappointment flash in his eyes.

Yvette then shrieked, "Wait! Wait! Wait! What is this eyebrow communication that I don't know of? I thought I was the best friend here?!" Sam laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.

I giggled and patted my best friend on her shoulder. "Yvesters, give me a while. I'll explain everything, just give me a while."

Yvette sighed and replied, "Ok, but let me ask one thing. Do you have dibs on this HOT piece of meat or can I have him?"

"Him? Or no no no... No worries his not my type, you can devour him!" I drawled teasingly.

Sam coughed and retorted, "Ahem! I'm like right here?!"

Yvette and I high-fived and I said, "Come on, class is starting, what do you have?"

"AP Chemistry," Sam replied and Yvette screeched a "Me too!"

"Well then you two prey and predator, run along for class!" I reminded mockingly, before walking off for my next class - French.

I had no idea why the school suddenly arranged French for me this year. Even though my dad is French, but I had to admit I didn't know a two shit about French. Not that my dad had the time to teach me or anything. I also kinda hate the school for putting me into French, cause it was Shaun that taught me the basics for fun.

Eliza snorted so loudly the moment I stepped into the classroom. Oh did I mention about my ex-bestfriend? Well. Elizabeth Morgans is le ex-bestfriend.

Eliza is probably one of the most two faced bitch I've ever met. Growing up together, she was always the one with the attention and naive little me thought she was just that friend I'd always had. I was the quiet one while she was the talkative one.

Through elementary school and middle school, my oh dear bestfriend, oops I meant ex-bestfriend, used me as a stepping board to increase her own popularity. That's right, she spread rumors about me and then acted like she was trying to stop it in front of me. So little me would hang know to her like a life buoy cause I thought she was my life saver.

Thirteen going fourteen, we moved on to highschool. That's was when I, still the quiet one, started getting teased and of course, Eliza would do her thing. I still trusted her and there was this boy then, Chance Kennedy, that I was infatuated with. I told Eliza all about my crush on him and she decided to pull a bitch move and that was to date him.

Chance Kennedy is this boy from drama that is probably going to the next Brad Pitt and he had kindest personality ever. I liked him ever since the start of highschool and of course many other girls too.

When Eliza started dating him, she too became one of the most sought after. Girls would invite her to with with her and so did the boys, as she was now "hot".

Just nice when that happened I was sick for like a week and When I came back. The first person I went to look for was Eliza and I found her pushed up against the lockers in a heated make-out session with ny crush that she knew about. I just broke down right then. So that was my first heartbreak.

During summer that year, I didn't know what it was that driven me but I remembered going to jogs every morning and doing every work routine I saw on the internet to lose my baby fat and gain some shape. It worked perfectly, I returned to school having toned legs and abs.

Despite I didn't have a single friend, but I got the best gift and it was that my brother was back.

The second I stepped back I to school, with my brother's arm around my shoulder and us laughing about a inner joke, everyone looked at me in a different light and I realised the harsh truth about highschool - highschoolers are judgmental.

It didn't take long for girls to come up to me and guys to flirt with me. However, Eliza still never failed to cause me pain. That was till my current bestfriend came into the picture.

"Oh lookie the bitch is here!" Eliza cried out evilly and she cackled by herself. I arched my brow at she  stupid she looked.

"Who are you calling a bitch, bitch?!" I heard the voice that's been with me for years. I whipped around to see my brother and his football buddies with him.

He glared once more at Eliza, before pulling me into a seat next to him. I asked, "What are you doing here?"

Christopher grinned and replied, "Oh little sister, I don't know the answer to that either," and pinched ny cheeks like he used to when we were young. In return I swatted his hand away before messing up his carefully styled hair that caused him to scream out as if he's in pain.

"Don't mess with the hair little sista!" Right then the door slammed open and this woman walked, more like strutted, in. She is probably one of the most beautiful teacher I've ever seen. She was wearing a tight fitting blouse, unlike other teachers' hers wasn't a collared blouse but one with a scoop neckline and frills, and a turquoise pencil skirt that reached her knees. Her whole outfit was matched with simple black pumps. This mysterious new teacher has straight long, dark brown hair with bangs that framed her bright green eyes that was lighted with a mischievous glint. Her thin pink lips curved up at the tips in a sexy grin and she drawled in her thick French accent, "Bonjour. I'm Ms Beaumont, the new French teacher."

I laughed softly when I saw my brother's mouth hanging open and I lied, "Dear brother, wipe away your drool!"

"Wha.. What?!" He stuttered before roughly rubbing his chin. "Hey there isn't any drool!" and that just made me laugh so hard.

Ms Beaumont started her first lesson. She yapped on and on in French and I didn't understand anything, so I stared off into space.

Author's note

hah! so now you know Who is that mysterious he, but can you guys guess what kind of person is he? Anyway how are you peeps liking the bro/sis relationship between Pearl and Christopher?

Who is your favourite character si far? Oh any feedback or advice do comment! thanks! :)

xox 4galrockx4.

song to listen to -

Alone by CNblue.