Revenge On The Player

Chapter 27 (Edited)

"Want to hang out after school today?" Jack asked as he walked me to my locker.

I had to get my books before our usual class together begins. I woke up late this morning with barely enough time to get myself breakfast. I rushed to make myself a cup of coffee and a cream cheese bagel.

We were already in a rush because Mr Hayes is an ass when it comes to students who are 'tardy'. Jack and I agreed that he would drive us both to school today instead of us both taking our separate respective vehicles.

"Sure, what did you have in mind?" I questioned. Jack leaned against the lockers beside me with his arms crossed.

"See, I know where I want to take you but it's a secret," he smirked.

"And you want me to trust you?" I asked with a raised brow.

"Do you?" he replied with another question. He looked me in the eyes. I contemplated my answer despite already knowing.

"Yes, yes I do," I smiled. Jack sighed with relief before his lips turned upwards. Sometimes I wish he did that more. Smile I mean. It would make my heart skip a beat but it's worth it.

"Great, then it's a surprise," he winked.

"Looking forward to it," I chuckled. I then closed my locker and followed Jack to class when we heard the bell go off.

We're almost coming to the end of the school year. There's only the SAT and then it's all over. I'm looking forward to it as I've already prepared my college applications and I've planned when to start sending them out.

The main one I'm hoping deep down to get accepted into is Juilliard in New York. Despite my mind being away from music, I know that it's still my passion. I know it'll be a tough battle to get in but it's worth a shot applying to see if I can get in, even if the chances are small.

While we sat in chemistry class, my mind began to wonder to thoughts about where Jack would be taking me after school. I was curious yet excited. Surprises are nice but sometimes agonising because the curiosity and waiting beforehand are what keep my mind running.

I glanced towards Jack on my right as he stared at his work in concentration with his brows furrowed. He looked cute that way. I found myself unintentionally smiling at the sight.

"Ladies and gentlemen, put your pens and pencils down and listen to me!" a familiar voice boomed through the speakers of the intercom throughout the school, making me jump in my seat.

Wayne?

"What's Wayne doing?" Jack whispered. I shrugged.

"Who knows," I replied.

The last time I talked to Wayne was on Monday. It was Thursday. I was going to wait until the end of next week to try and convince him again to tell the truth but if it were to fail then it was useless. I don't know what he's doing now though. This is just unexpected.

I doubt he would tell me anything anyway. We're not friends, we're barely even acquaintances. Despite the fact that I understand the reason he did what he did, it doesn't excuse it. I only wanted him to do the right thing.

"So, as most of you, if not all of you, know Thalia revealed a book that you're all familiar with and pointed the finger at Jack, now, you all have a vendetta against him, except Amy Prescott, of course," Tristan started. I gaped at the last part, my cheeks heating up.

That little shit. I know what he's doing but he didn't have to drag my name into it. Now the class is staring at me while the teacher ran out of the classroom to most likely try and stop Wayne. He will regret mentioning my name.