Shush

Chapter 7

°When I thought everything went back to normal...°

School went by in a haze, I got used to the occasional bullying or somewhat hurtful comments. Teachers sometimes eyed me with a sympathetic look on their face that made me sick.

My relationship with Jean grew as the weeks flew by, and you would probably find the both of us with his gang messing around in some weird corner of our school campus. We didn't really break any school rule though, just playfully messed around with other students or among ourselves. Didn't attract that much of attention after the whole "mom got arrested" scene.

For some reason, Alya constantly glared at me at random times, mostly when Jean and I were hanging out together. After some digging around and talking with the girls in my class, I found out that she previously had a thing for Jean, and got really furious after finding out that we had started dating.

Let's just say I had a smirk plastered onto my face the entire week.

"Natalia, need some help?"  Jean smiled at me as he watched me stare blankly at my worksheet.

"Uh... No I was just thinking of something..."

"Is it about me~" He leaned even closer, wiggling his eyebrows.

I cupped his cheek and watched in amusement as it grew warm and his ears slowly turned pinkish red.

"What do you think."

I watched in amusement as his eyes widened in confusion as I leaned closer. As our lips were about to touch, I shoved his face away, gaining a whine from the brunette.

A cough was heard loud and clear from across the room, the both of us looked up and saw a fuming Alya and her disapproving group of lackeys. I giggled and pecked him on the cheek, gaining a growl from the female.

I got up, excusing myself to go to the toilet. As I was about to leave, a voice comparable to the sound of nails on a chalkboard called Jean.

"Jean~ Could you help me with this?" Alya flirtatiously strolled towards Jean and leaned down, making sure her chest was in full view. Jean leaned back, trying to get as far away as he could without sounding rude.

Screw the toilet I need to kill a bitch.

I reached into one of the pencilcases on the tables and fished out a pair of scissors, silently walking towards the duo. Alya continued flirting, oblivious to her fate.

A/N: What is going to happen to Alya? Find out in the next chapter!

And also, many apologies to my readers for not posting regularly.