Betrayed [Old Version]

Chapter 11

No one asked me about the rumor, which definitely made my day much better. The only thing that made today weird was the fact that Celia was seriously hitting on Jacob.

To be honest, that shouldn't be weird at all. Jacob is an amazing guy. He's smart, friendly, funny, cool, did I say smart? He's super kind and good looking as well. He also knows how to act around girls. I don't know if that's because most of his best friends are girls or if it's because he has a sister. I don't blame girls for going crazy over him; I'll admit that I've had a few crushes on him before.

But Celia?

No, Celia was not good enough for Jacob, and I'm not saying that because I don't like her. She skips class, fails courses and hangs out with the wrong people. Jacob deserves much more. He deserves a girl who is super sweet, cute, smart, honest, and a girl that will love him.

I watched as Celia sat seriously close to him. He looked absolutely uncomfortable. "Why do you think she's flirting with him? I mean, it's so random and out of nowhere." I said, resting my chin on my hand as I watched them.

Santhosh, Ivana's boyfriend, laughed. "He's not your boyfriend. Why are you so worried?" He asked.

"He's my best friend. That's why I'm worried."

He looked at Celia. "Well, I guess you can't trust a girl like her."

I looked at Santhosh. He, as Ivana would say, he rocked the short buzz cut and his swagger was amazing. His black hair made his nice brown eyes stick out. His skin was the same shade as mine and he was the same height as Kero. He was a guy who was really cool. He was a bad boy who was actually not that bad.

"What?" He asked, looking at me.

I shook my head, bringing myself back to earth. "Sorry."

He grinned. He then looked back at Jacob. "You think Jake likes her?"

"No freaking way!" I half yelled.

Jacob and Celia turned around.

I smiled at Jacob but didn't bother looked at Celia. I turned to Santhosh. "There is no way he could like a girl like her! He can do way better!"

Santhosh held his hands up. "Okay, okay. I got it."

And then the bell rang.

I then apologized to Santhosh for blowing up like that, rushed to my locker and ran out the front doors.

Kero was standing where he always stood. I ran to him. "Hello!" I said happily.

He smiled. "Good afternoon."

"So, what are we going to do today?" I asked.

"How about we go home and put your bag away, you should also tell your father that school finished early."

I nodded. I should also ask him about going to Raakshya.

When we got home the first thing I did was call my dad. A man with a strong Indian accent picked up. "Hello. This is Kanuk Kitchen Co., can I help you?"

"Hi! May I speak to Aryan, please? It's his daughter."

"Aryan?" The man asked.

"Yeah."

"Hold on." I heard the man call my father. "Sir? You're daughter wants to speak with you."

"Hello? Aathiray?" I heard my dad say. I could hear the loud noises in the background. My dad was the head painter in the painting section of a kitchen company.