Blameless ✔

Chapter 16: ❝In my defence, it was a really big pole❞

Chapter 16: ❝In my defence, it was a really big pole❞

♡Evelyn's POV♡

"Hey, nerd, did you do my homework?"

I felt my heart drop in my chest because unfortunately for me, I had fallen asleep in an attempt to complete both me and the basketball player's assignments due today.

"I-I'm sorry," I stuttered, afraid to look at him as I feared what I might witness. "I fell asleep so I wasn't able to complete your homework."

I expected to hear the sound of enraged yells and curses towards me and my family but what I got was a calm sentence that did more than the yells I had expected to hear. It made me want to throw up.

"But you still have your homework, right?"

My head snapped towards him in surprise and it was then that I saw the cold, unconcerned look in his eyes that made me feel sick to my stomach. I knew he wanted my homework since my lame excuse didn't suffice - not that it could.

"D-Dillon, I-"

"Homework," he spoke again, extending his hand out, waiting impatiently for the sheets of written pages to fall easily into his hand - the pages I had put my blood, sweat and tears into writing.

And the way he had said it in such a domineering tone told me that arguing with him with the little dignity I had left would just be a waste of oxygen so glumly, I took my assignment out of my bag and handed it to him, knowing that the name I had written at the top corner of the page would soon be scribbled out as if it was never there to begin with.

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Two years ago, Dillon Adler weakened me.

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My eyes travelled along the table and I did it with ease since all of them refused to make eye contact with me.

A minute went by in the uncomfortable silence before Mark decided to break it. "What's wrong with you guys?" He asked, tilting his head to the side as he stared at his friends in a knowing sort of humour.

A chuckle. "Nothing, I guess we're just tired, that's all."

My eyes automatically followed the sound of the deep voice until they landed on him.

He had tactfully decided to look at me at last when he thought my attention had travelled elsewhere but when he saw that my eyes had landed on him, he immediately dropped his gaze.

He was just a mere backup dancer to fill the gaps. He never got a chance to be in the spotlight and just danced along with the others to the rhythmless tune of my yells and futile cries for help.

"I thought I advised you to say thank you."

I opened my mouth to impart the words he had wanted to hear but another voice beat me to it.

"Luke, when do we use this?"

All eyes turned in the direction of the voice, including mine and standing there was a short guy probably the same height as me frozen with a can of whipped cream held in his chubby hands.

"Later," Luke said, reaching out to maybe pat him on the head but he halted his action, suddenly remembering the task at hand.

He turned back to me and grabbed my chin again but I couldn't take my eyes off the short stack who just stood there staring at the can of whipped cream, maybe even reading the ingredients and honestly, I wouldn't be too surprised if he was.