Define;Trust.

Chapter 4

The next morning, after 2 periods of Math, the last two periods of the day, I walked out of the class, and was instantly greeted with Aiden, leaning on the wall beside the corridor, reading a book, probably the poetic one which he loved.

"Ah, the prince charming has arrived." I called out for him to realise that I'm here already. He slammed his book closed and put his left arm over my shoulders.

"Yes, I was waiting for the beautiful princess."

"You know you're lying." I giggled.

"But at least I'm being true to myself."

He looked at what I was holding, which were a bunch of Math books and 2 ring files, he quickly took it to his arms instead.

"..thank you, but you don't really have to do that."

I tried to take back my stuff, but he turned away in time for me to miss the things he was carrying.

"Fine, if that's what you want." I smiled.

We just stared at each other, smiling. I love that, so much.

"Hey!"

We turned around, oh no, it was the school's most popular jock;

"Hey...Clad."

Clad looked at me and then back to Aiden.

"Look at you, Aidey!! Up for round 2 hm? Be careful bro! You know what happened to Becca right?"

He smacked Aiden's back and ran along to catch up with his friends. What the fuck? Was he responsible for Becca's case?

I looked at him with the most not-nice look.

"Listen, I.."

I had enough, I snatched my things away from him and pulled him into the janitor's closet, where it was much quiter, despite the bad smell. I placed my things on top of the table and crossed my arms, waiting for him to speak.

"They pulled me into the case. I didn't think it through well.."

"Oh bullshit. You have a better mind than I do and you say you couldn't think it through?"

"I was drunk okay! What do you expect me to do?"

"Think twice? Shouldn't the consequences of almost raping a girl, that you barely even knew, let her life get ruined and leave this school with such grief, get through that thick head of yours? I thought you were nicer than this, Aiden Andersen."

It has been only two days, we already had our first fight. Well, wasn't that going great.

He sniggered. He thought it was a fucking joke.

"You think, I was the victim of that? No. I wasn't. What Clad was referring to was that I saw the whole scene happening. I couldn't move. I was intoxicated, Catherine. I didn't know how to react at that kind of situation. They told me to help but I just, stood there, observing. Before Ned came in and stopped all those nonsense."

That left me speechless. I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling guilty the fact that I didn't hear the whole situation clearly.

"..look, I'm sorry." I took my things from the table, passed him and walked out as quickly as I could. I didn't want to feel awkward, nor face him. I was already made with 90% social awkwardness, do you think I could handle scenarios like this well?

I felt like I was going to lose him as a friend already, because of being such an asshole towards him. I left the school campus, crying, and sat at the Central park. I met a guy, my type needless to say, who's kind, friendly, nice, and adorable. But the face he made when he was explaining himself to me, was different. Eyebrows furrowed, eyes filled with anger and pain, and his voice sounded passively aggressive. It was, scary. He is a boy anyway, so that doesn't count as a unique thing only Aiden does.

The Central park was quiet, serene. I felt like I could be lonely with my thoughts. So I calmed myself down, wiped my tear-stained cheeks, and let my breathing go back to its normal, steady cycle. My pocket then vibrated. I checked what notifications would I get, of course it had to be from Aiden.

Aiden; 5:45PM
Where are you?

Aiden; 5:45PM
I should be the one saying sorry.

Aiden; 5:46PM
Call me ASAP once you see this.

I objectified his order and refused to answer him. I put my phone to silent mode and slotted it back to my pocket.

This made me remember the worse moment I've had with a guy.

We were at a school party, celebrating the 50th anniversary of the school. There were booze, a dance floor, and company.

We stood near the food table, trying to communicate to each other with this loud music.

"You're cute."

I twirled a part of my hair, looking at him and biting my bottom lip.

"You think so?" I giggled.

"Of course, I wish everyone would just go away and we could be alone, together." He stroked my cheek.

"We could." I took his hand and pulled him with me, out of the hall, and into a classroom. I don't know why all the rooms were unlocked, but they were.

I released his hand, and sat on the teacher's table. He closed the door and stood infront of me.

"We're lonely now." I whispered to him.

"I can tell," we giggled, and then made eye contact.

His eyes were beautiful, even though I was drunk, that never made me less observant. I was more aware of everything.

He came closer to me and kissed me, his alcoholic lips touched mine, then my cheeks, trailing down to my neck, and down to my chest.

We felt so alone, and he was so busy on taking control over me.

"Cat?"

He started to go overboard, I didn't want it, I asked him to stop, he didn't want to.

"Catherine..?"

A knock startled us and we immediately separated. He looked at me, I was crying my eyes out. He didn't care. He took his clothes and left me. Alone, bare, and hurt.

"Catherine!" It was Aiden.

He was sitting beside me, concerned written all over his worried face. I realised I was crying, how pathetic. I wiped the tears off my face and tried to get my breathing back to normal.

"What happened? I'm sorry Catherine I.." he tried to grasp my shoulder, but I smacked his hand away.

"Don't...touch..me." I threatened him.

"What did I do wrong?"

Silence took over. I didn't want to talk, or even look at him. I want to tell him that it wasn't his fault, that I was remembering about the horrible past, but I couldn't get my mouth to say a word.

"I'll call you later," was all I said, as I took my bag from the floor, and walked briskly back home.