Never Been Kissed

Chapter 10

After that fateful day when i realized my past was coming to haunt me, I spent the week  half alive. I knew about what my father had done to people and it was infuriating to know someone you were so close to was so two faced. Much more so when the second personality he possessed was one that caused such harm to innocent young people.

I had never been so disugusted with my father. Of course there was a pice of me that kept saying, 'He was your father and he brought you into this world whether you like it or not.' More often I had been doubting if I was thankful to him at all.

I was in the middle of  french class when I heard my name being called distantly.

"Mia..."

"Mia!"

"Huh?" I looked up dazed at the source from which my name was being called. A very unhappy Mr. Ross came into view and I laughed uncomfortably. "Sorry?"

"I said would you like to tell the class what you're so caught up about in your thoughts." He was standing by my desk arms crossed and an exasperated look on his face.

"No." I muttered. 

"Then please pay attention. If you want to daydream or take a nap I suggest you leave the classroom because I will not deal with sleepy teenagers who are wasting my time." With that he turned on his heel and walked back to the front of the class. I looked down at my desk and traced a broken heart someone had carved in the wood. I could hear Mr. Ross teaching the class faintly but paid no mind.

I was still wrapped up in the thoughts that my father was guilty of the kidnapping of so many children, including Xavier's sister. 

Breaking my thoughts a little piece of paper landed on my desk next to my half filled notebook. I looked to the side from which it had come from and Hailey gave me a stern look.

I knew it mean "Read. It. Now."

I could almost hear her voice telling me what it said:

"Look you've been spacing out for the past couple of weeks, you barely talk anymore, You sit in the library instead of going to lunch, you missed out on the last four Winter Dance committee meetings when the dance is just over two weeks away, and leave to go home as soon as the bell rings. Next period we're ditching. You're gonna tell me what's going on."

I shook my head 'no' and tried to pay attention to what the teacher was saying but all I could hear was "Blah Blah n'est-ce pas?"

I usually loved french class but I still couldn't get that conversation from the park out of my head. I was truely terrified that Xavier would hate me.

Somehow the time went by and the bell rang. I was packing up my bag when Hailey dragged me outside.

"Hey! I dropped my papers and stuff!" I whined dropping my arms at my sides for emphasis on my four-year-old behaviour.

"I'll get it. In the meantime go to the library. You better spill what's going on. I'm serious Mi." She gave me one last stern look and walked back into the classroom to get everything I had dropped.

I moped around the doorway to the classroom for a while longer but when I heard Xavier nearing the doorway I sprinted off into the direction of the library. When I arrived there I went through the maze of books and shelves until I found a table in the back far from the entrance but next to the back door. I sat down and pulled out my phone to text Hailey.

'Where are you?' And I hit send. Not before I had set my phone down on the table, about a milisecond after hitting send, Books and papers were dropped in front of my face.

I nearly fell off my seat but then I saw Hailey and realized papers and books weren't randomly falling from the ceiling.

"Okay spill. You haven't spoken to anyone, you're spacing out in class and Xavier says you don't even look at him anymore. What happened?" She crossed her arms and leaned back onto the chair.