INSTA-Daddy

27

"Well Tom did call you his girlfriend to that Rose girl," Liz stated.

Two days had passed since our encounter with Margie at the auditorium.  Same thing happened the next day. She was being friendly with me. Not just me but with Wes and Liz too.

I didn't say anything to Tom when I got home. He was drunk that day so I decided to let it slide.

However, the next day became a different story. When I was passing through the main building's hallway, I could sense the different stares thrown my way. There were mumbles and more stares. Even until I got to class, my entire soul melted away with everyone's stares.

The surprising part was, I went to the library yesterday, was going to grab a book from a top shelf when another student pulled it first. I felt disappointed not being able to get it, but the disappointment shapeshifted to bamboozlement.

As the student glanced at me, her eyes goggled and her facial expression turned very clear for me.

She was scared.

"I-i'm sorry!" Her hands were trembling when she handed the book to me. After receiving the book, she dashed away rapidly into thin air.

I quirked an eyebrow and mumbled to myself. "Uhm, thank you?"

I shared that scene to Wes and Liz and they replied with giggles.

You kinda look scary sometimes, you know.

They said. I know that wasn't the case. Plus, I'm not scary. I'm not even intimidating..  I think.

I was in deep thought as my friends and I sauntered to the hallway, ignoring the gazes piercing at me.

We turned to a left intersection from the center of the hallway. On cue, I was grabbed by the wrist and dragged aside to a corner.

"What's the big deal?" Liz questioned.

"We need to talk... in private," Tom blunted. Liz was dazed while Wes shuddered as he glared at both of them.

"We're gonna be late for class," I refused. Liz and Wes nodded to agree. Tom, however, maintained his stoic face.

He gawked at Liz and Wes. Before I know it, they submitted to his demand.

"S-see you later," Wes stammered.

"Please don't kill our friend," Liz pleaded before leaving the scene with Wes.

There were some students who were around the area, all were looking at us, observing with wide eyes.

"So what do you want to talk about?" I queried.

He wandered his gaze around, then leaned in to whisper. "Not here,"

I followed him to the main building's rooftop. As we straddled through the halls, up the stairs, until making our way straight to the rooftop, we were welcomed by queering eyes.

People were moving aside, giving us some space as we passed. Some were flinching.

I could here the school bell for third period ringing. My mind was telling me to keep the conversation short, answer what needs to be answered bluntly and go.

Tom had his back turned towards me. His hands were on his waist as he walked to and fro in tensed movements, his eyes gazing at his steps.

"I assume you already know why you're here," he uttered. I gulped.

I didn't respond but he already knew what my silence was trying to say.

He lulled and faced me. "Apparently, people are getting the idea that the two of us are together," he emphasized the word 'people' and 'together' with two fingers.