Fate's Identity

Chapter 8

Food. That's what I need. But that's also what I'm not feeling to want. It's weird how your stomach tricks you to either hold your appetite or make you overeat. And right now, I was feeling the former. My appetite just wasn't kicking in.

I lift my head up and see Liam sitting by Jade. He stopped sitting by me every time he attempted to, but I didn't cave in. As much as I was holding myself back, my mind couldn't stop thinking about him. I wonder what he was feeling desperately. Does he hate me by now? Is he going to ignore me like I did to him? So much questions roam inside my mind right now. I couldn't focus.

"Ally, are you okay?" Niall asks.

I shift my eyes on him, completely forgetting what he said. "Pardon?"

"I ask if you were okay," he says.

I nod my head and smile a little. "A little. My back was aching a bit," I said, cringing my face. He smiles and nods. A part of me was impress that I acted well. He didn't even notice a thing. However, another part of me was disappointed because I lied to him, but it's only for my own safety and everyone else's.

I see Normani holding out her grapes to Niall. "Here, Niall. Let me feed you," she said.

Niall raises an eyebrow. "Okay?" He said, sounding unsure.

Normani throws a grape in his mouth, making her squeal. Niall moans as he chews the grape in his mouth. Normani giggles at his cuteness. She toss another one in his mouth and another one until they were all gone.

I turn to Dinah, who still hold some of the bruises from the fight. Her eyes lowered to her food as she sulks in her seat. Something wasn't right. "Dinah?" I ask. She raises her head a little looking at me. "What's wrong?"

"I look ugly," she whines. "Look at my face. Would you date this?" She pouts.

"Dinah, you know you're beautiful already. Why are you being so self-cautious about the way you look?" I ask.

"Well, there's this cute guy in my Music class," she explains. "I want him to like me, but with these," she points to the bruises, "I can't impress him."

"Dinah, if he can't see pass your scars, he isn't worth it," I told her.

Dinah opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but something else force her not to. Her eyes shift a few inches to my right. I turn around and see Zayn standing behind me. I crease my brows, wondering why he was here.

He clears his throat and asks, "Have you guys seen Camila?"

Dinah and I exchange looks before turning back to him. "No," I respond.

"Do you know where she is?" he asks.

"Yeah," Dinah spoke up. "I can show you."

Zayn smiles. "Thanks."

Dinah stands and dumps her tray. Soon, the both of them were out of the cafeteria. My eyes shift to a loud noise that brought them over to Jesy's big cry about something. I crease my brow, wondering what could be so funny that she had to literally scream. A few inches away, I see Jade touching more than Liam's hair. She was touching his neck, kissing his neck slightly until he pushed her off of him, looking unsatisfied. Jade squirms in her seat a little. I bit my lower lip to prevent myself from smiling but failed miserably.

Soon, lunch came to an end. Camila and I walk to the theater room and sat in our seats. Today, we were rehearsing lines so Ms. Gomez can make her final decisions on who gets what role.

I look over at Camila, who was biting her nails nervously. "Mila, are you okay?"

Camila's eyes darts at mine, and she gives out a nervous laugh. "Yes," she replies. "I am perfectly fine. I just hope we don't do that thing where she puts us into groups. I don't want to be with Zayn."