Chapter 12

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Sirena's PoV

It has been, both mentally and physically, tired for the past 4 days since that Saturday. Aunt Julia was pretty pissed that I didn't make excuse to come home that afternoon but she didn't punish me anything well, except Stellar. She had been giving a glare now and then and that was the highest warning sign I know. If she gives a silent treatment plus with her glare, you're not safe. I repeat you're not safe!

Yet that she hasn't acted and that constantly almost driving me crazily alert. I keep looking around if she suddenly pops out of nowhere and just do what she does best yet there were a few times when I was by myself at my locker and she was with her cliques. They only throw glares and silent promising at me. It tired me mentally.

Although, there was something or somebody else that kind of ease my anxiety and kind of keep almost everyone at bay; the twins and Damien. Honestly, I tried to distance myself from them, for both our sakes but Damien is having none of it. He will be there in the morning, waiting on his Ducati bike and he seemed to know when to come and that is right after Stellar went to school. I can't go first because I have to tidy up the kitchen first so there is no escaping him. People at school already giving me a look every time I walk with him or with the twins and almost every time they did it, Damien would reach down and hold my hand as we walked to my class together. I wanted to remove our hand but I didn't want to offend him and with all the eyes on me, his warm hand was the only thing that anchors me from falling into the abyss of anxiety. I only have a class without them yet he would be there waiting and follow me to my next class and then wait again at the end of the class. I almost thought that he has no class at all.

The twins have made my days a few times, with James jokes and flirty and Jared serious yet worried self. I think I understood now why they called them the devil twins. One similarity that they have is that they like to prank people or when some people doesn't quite like them, they'll just face them head-on and embarrassed them publicly. I'm not a fan of that yet the deepest darkest place within me feel like they deserve it. Maybe it was because this little vengeance I feel inside. I don't know. I don't want any revenge or anything.

I just want to live peacefully.

And bloody escape from the PE class.

I can't run much without running out my own breath but I can't also just stand aside with that perv teacher. I know PE class is only once a week but he obviously checking the girls out and it just creeps me out and made me harshly remember what happened that day when I was sexual harassment. When everyone starts playing the sport that he assigned, which it was a freaking volleyball match, he will tell me to stick to his side since I have asthma but he had casually placed his hand on my shoulder and I literally jump away from him. Damien who was in the middle of playing the game, quickly stepped forward, saying that he will take care of me and then dragged me from our PE teacher. He warned Damien and the twins not to slack off so we teamed up and play the game. At first, Damien insisted that I don't have to join and just watch but with a bit of ego and curiosity, I stubbornly insist that I want to learn and play. He had sighed in frustration for my stubbornness yet he taught me how to play it any way except that when we played, they made sure the ball stay away from me as much as they can. Maybe they didn't want to lose.

At Dr Lennington's clinic has been a bit busy with medication supply and sorting and it was a bit difficult process because only the doctor signature can the package be given to us and Dr Helena has been quite busy with town council event. She's very amazing to handle both her doctor role and a town council member. I hope she's handling her health well too.

I was still arranging the new stock when a suddenly something blew right beside my ear, tickling and give me a shiver and I jump in surprise. I turn around and found Damien, smirking.

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