Would you look at that, this chapter is a bit longer than the previous ones. There are still a lot of things to come though, so please continue the story till the end.
That day, Kassandra told me that he wanted to speak to her privately about how he felt about her. He wanted to talk to her after school, but Kassandra said that she wasn't going to stay for ASP and that he would have to talk to her sometime tomorrow or later that week. He understood, but due to some last minute changes, Kassandra ended up staying for ASP.
He didn't talk to Kassandra. He didn't even look her way.
I was sitting next to Kassandra and he was at the table near ours; he was sitting there and looking at his phone with boredom plastered on his face.
Kassandra started to cry.
She felt stupid and ridiculous for allowing herself to get her hopes up and for the mere fact that she thought he might actually have feelings for her.
I hated seeing Kassandra in such a state. I have known her for years and that is why I have gained the title of being her best friend. I have been by her side through thick and thin, so seeing her get close to tears about a boy who not only messed with me but our other friend too made my blood boil. I kept trying to comfort her with my words but she was sad and had a hard time collecting herself.
She was strong though. She didn't let much tears fall down her face. She was strong and tried her best to not lose herself.
When it was time for us to leave that class and go to our clubs, Kassandra's sadness turned into anger. She asked for permission to use my phone to text him and express her anger through me. I felt weird about it, but I wanted to make her happy, so I gave her permission.
Kassandra texted him a long paragraph about how he shouldn't have sat there and ignored her. That he made her feel horrible and to treat her in such a way is inexcusable. Kassandra wanted him to know how he made her feel. She wanted him to know how upset she was, but that's just it.
Kassandra didn't tell him that she was texting on my phone.
To be honest, I didn't expect her to. The whole reason she wanted to use my phone to reach out to him was to hide her identity. To show him her anger through someone else. I should have said that Kassandra should tell him that it's her, but I didn't. I don't know why but all I can think of is that I wanted her to get better.
He tried to defend himself. He said that the only reason he didn't try to speak to Kassandra was because she told him to talk to her later that week. In rage, Kassandra told him that she only said that because she thought she wasn't going to be there for ASP today. That he clearly saw her there and that he should have at least tried to pull her aside and not completely ignore her.
After sending another angry message to him, Kassandra had to go home and I was left at ASP with our other friend, Illyanna, who knew about the situation. Illyanna was upset with him as well and took my phone to send him multiple angry messages.
I didn't give Illyanna permission to use my phone, but she wouldn't give it back to me. I still don't know to this day how I feel about her taking my phone back then. What she was saying to him made sense, but it was still being sent on my phone. I didn't get to send him any more than one small paragraph after Illyanna gave my phone back to me.
I was in a music room that was right next to the lunchroom. I was sitting at a table with one of the school's laptops in front of me. I can't recall what I was planning to do, but I will never forget the moment I saw another message appear on my phone.
It was a message from Aristotle.
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The Devil's Trap
Non-FictionThis is not a story or a book about fictional events. Everything that I wrote in this is true. When I was a Sophomore, I was friends with a certain boy who became one of the people I hate the most. Everything he did to me, everything he said to me...
