The Undercover Bad Boy

Chapter Seven: Rollercoaster

Chapter Seven: Rollercoaster

Before I could formulate any type of sentence in my head, I felt him grab the sleeve of my jacket and pull me away from the party. I didn't realise that we were outside until my skin was greeted by the cold, bitter December wind. 

We were stood on the front porch, everyone else had taken comfort in the house meaning that we were alone. The porch light wasn't incredibly bright, my vision only reached a few metres in front of me.

Zachary was leant on the wall. He was staring at his shoes. I couldn't get over the change from this nerdy looking guy at school to, well, this.

"I think you owe at me an explanation," I said, breaking the silence.

"I don't owe you anything," he snapped.

The wind whipped around my face, making my cheeks sting. I just stared at him, surprised by his abruptness.

"Stop acting like we're actually friends," he added, his mouth contorting into a mocking snarl. "You're some stupid, sarcastic girl that thinks she is so amazing. Just leave me alone. "

I should have said something. So I didn't look like a wounded animal. So I didn't look like I was affected by his words. But I was. I really was. I didn't know what I did to deserve that.

I quickly recomposed myself and turned to match his cold attitude. I was not in the mood for this. This is another reason I didn't like going to parties. They always ended up with me in a bad situation.

"I wish that Carlton never chose you as my tutor. I would rather redo this year again than have to stay in your depressive presence any longer," I said in return, injecting as much malice and venom as I could into two sentences.

"Redo the year then, fail maths, see if I care," he added, brushing my words off as if I meant nothing.

"I tried to be your friend-"

"You obviously didn't try hard enough," he cut me off, his eyes held so much hatred that I had to look away.

I stormed past him, fists clenched, and started to walk down the pavement. I felt him watching me, his eyes boring into my bacl - but I didn't care.

I hated him.

Luke's car was left unlocked. I hastily ditched the stupid heels onto the front seat and replaced them with my boots that I always left in the car for emergencies. And this, my friends, was an emergency. I slammed the car door shut with all of the force I could muster, refraining myslef from kicking the vehicle.

The temperature was already in the negative numbers. I pulled the hood of my jacket over my head and tugged the sleeves over my knuckles. It would take twenty minutes to walk home.

That was a lot of time to think.

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I was frozen solid, cold, and physically and mentally exhausted by the time I reached my house. I didn't even want to imagine what the outcome would be if I was wearing heels.

I unlocked the door and crept inside, not wanting to draw any attention to myself. The lights were all switched off so I was forced to make my way through the house in the dark. After bashing into tables and walls more than enough times, I reached my bedroom.

I kicked off my shoes and I felt my legs finally giving in. I allowed myself to collapse onto my bed. I dug my head into my pillow and breathed in the scent of home.