When He Noticed Me

Chapter 8

He's partially right.

You're not making this any better. Eve. Don't show the weakness.

As I feel my skin grow a thousand times hotter, I bite my lip harshly. My eyes drop from his as they sting. I fight rising tears and fight the building sob, strangling it as it arises in my throat like caged animals yearning for freedom.

When I manage to somewhat pull myself together, I level him with a stone cold gaze. I can see a bit of an emotion underlying the hue of his eyes, but the wicked smirk on his face was still there.

"Maybe you're right." I try to say confidently, but my voice breaks.

Angry at myself, but wanting to cry all the same, I snatch my beige Vuitton backpack, and roughly throw open the door. I make an effort of slamming it as if I'm trying to shatter the frame of the car. This turns many heads, but I don't care. I lift my leg and with a flick, stab my stiletto into his tire. 

What you guys don't know about these heels is that the thin heel is filled with a strong sedative of the my mother's creation. Mum wore these a lot, and constantly brought them into her study for 'repair'. At the simple flick of my foot, the syringe reveals itself and I can inject it into anyone or anything. So no, I didn't inject his car, but I did make a hole.

Hopefully he runs flat in the middle of the freeway on his way to some booty call's house.

As I made my way into school, people were turning their heads and whispering animatedly, already speculating on whether I was his new hoe or not. I hear him get out of the car but ignore him, as well as the feelings still raging in my chest.

"Wow, you're making progress fast! Did you just arrive in Devyn's Aston Martin?" Cora's eyes were wide with surprise as she asked me.

I give her a furtive glance as I wrench open my locker and place my bag inside, pulling out my Calculus notebook.

"What's wrong?" She asks me, peering into my eyes.

"Nothing." I dismiss her, and she scowls, but leaves me be.

Finally it's first break, and I plop down at our table, stuffing my face with a cinnamon bun. Cora begins to chat on about a dress she saw somewhere- I'm really only half listening. Another tray is dropped to the table in front of my face.

"Hi Dylan!" Cora chirps.

"Cora, E- Who do I need to kill?" Dylan suddenly growls.

Cora stops and watches as I meet eyes with Dylan.

"She won't talk about it, she's probably not goi-" Cora starts.

"Wynchestre... I'll slit the bastard's throat!" Dylan yells, slamming his hands on the table.

"How did you-"

I look away as Cora begins to question Dylan.

"He said something about your... didn't he?" Dylan asks softly.

Cora's eyes widen. 

"Oh! Oh... Oh my gods, I'm so sorry, Eve-Eve."

My straight, stone-cold face suddenly wrinkles and I let out a small, strangled cry.

I leave my food and stand from the table so suddenly, my chair goes flying back. I flee the cafeteria, with Cora and Dylan hot on my heels, the entirety of the student body staring after us.

"Sheesh, she certainly didn't lose any speed." Cora strains.

"Fuck, how does she run so fast in those death contraptions?"