Everyone can believe in the idea of being innocent until proven guilty but when someone holds the evidence to prove your guilt, how long can you continue to run from your inevitable fate?
After moving to America in an attempt to escape her troubled...
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Chapter 11:
Are You Jealous?
The hairband twists around my fingers as I lock my brown hair into a high ponytail.Vibrant colours from the school feed off of my laptop shine onto my mirror as I continue to scroll through the posts before I have to leave to catch the bus, it has become part of my morning routine.
"Week 4 of Zac vs Lola, can it get much worse?" A post reads.
Placing my pearl earrings into my ears, I chuckle to myself. The funniest part of this post is that at first it seems like an exaggerated statement but in reality the war between myself and Zac has been getting very heated. People at school caught onto the fact that we were against each other very early on, using the school feed to commentate our every move.
It has been 4 weeks since we both gave each other that smug look as he chewed on a mouthful of MY pizza, sending us the same message; this meant war.
So far there have only been 4 major incidents (not including eating pizza with George) but there were smaller things like the daily dirty looks, ignoring each other as much as we could and being loud to annoy each other.
Our war against each other is our only way of communicating. We still haven't spoken since we had the chat in his car which is just adding more fuel to the fire. In some ways I hate that the only way to get his attention is to mess with him but there's something so empowering about it, watching him get so riled up, hence the fact that this is now the fourth week of it.
Placing my laptop on my desk, I let out a little sigh. Despite the slight fun in it all, this constant fighting is draining, I'm always scheming against Zac, trying to make sure he is always reminded that I do not need him. However, the smug, evil, potentially flirty look he'll give me after we messed with each other is totally worth it.
I close down the tab on my laptop before shutting the lid. I know that later there will be lots of new posts. The school feed is the first place where I found out about incident number one.
Incident number one took place a few days after we silently declared war on each other. The distant buzzing from my phone woke me up from my daily afternoon nap- Sophie's name was written across the screen.
"Hello?" My voice was croaky.
"Okay don't freak out but-" The worst 5 words somebody can start a conversation with.
I should've realised then that Sophie's idea of a crisis is extremely different to any normal human beings idea of a crisis.
"What's happened? Are you okay? Is it bad? Do you need me to come over?" I fell gullible to Sophie's exaggeration.
"No it's worse..." She went quiet.
"Tell me. Now."
"Zac was spotted getting super close to some cheerleaders earlier today. The pictures and posts are all over the feed." She relieved me of my panic and I was overwhelmed with a sense of relief.
