LAW OF ATTRACTION

CHAPTER 11 : GOTTA TRUST HIM

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Though just at that moment, someone appears behind my locker door, and this smile turns into a gasp with the jump I make.

"Hi, Elena."

"Moose?!" I must look like I have just seen a ghost because he never talks to me at school. I think it's the first time he tells me a word since our first year of high school!

"Er... Hi..." I say, narrowing my eyes.

He leans on his arm against my locker, and as it feels like an invasion of my personal space, I cross my arms in front of me.

"What do you want?" My tone is flat, yet I can't bring myself to be more civil. Moose always has a reason when he does something, especially something as unordinary as talking to me in front of half of the school.

"I just wanted to know how you are doing?" His gaze wanders around us.

"Er... fine." I frown. Now I'm sure there's something fishy going on.

"Are you sure?" He leans closer, finally looking me in the eyes.

I take a step back, swallowing the shock building in my throat.

"Because you seem to not be yourself lately... I've heard that you're hanging out with Alex Carter, and I've seen you," he adds, staring me dead in the eyes.

Here we are! I've known there has been something...

"Yea—"

He doesn't let me say anything, he continues, "You know, he is dangerous, he isn't a good company. Besides, he's a player. The girls he hangs out with are sluts and—"

"Are you saying that I'm a slut?!! Just because I hang out with him?!" I ask, raising my eyebrows. My eyes are probably bulging out of my head right now, but it seems to not be the only thing bursting out upon his words. "I didn't know talking to a guy was making a girl a slut. Then most of the girls here are sluts, and what do you call those who have done so much more than talking?" I inquire, narrowing my eyes. "And maybe then, I should stop talking to you!" I add, fuming.

It's his turn to widen his eyes as big as saucers. He hasn't been expecting my outburst. I'm not usually like that. I always avoid conflicts and I don't confront people; this is the best way to not bring attention on me and remain invisible. Yet there is too much boiling inside at the moment, so I can't keep it locked.

"No! This is not what I mean!" He shakes his head, trying to reach for my arm, but I dodge him.

He sighs. "I'm not saying you're a slut. I'm saying Alex Carter is a bad influence. You are NOT like that. What you did yesterday was NOT you. He's playing with you. He is a BAD guy."

I roll my eyes, a bitter laugh echoing inside my head with each syllable he is stressing.

Since when does he know me?! He doesn't know anything about me. Yesterday, with Alex, I've really been myself. I can't describe it, though despite my constant red cheeks and my restless nervosity, I don't overthink, and things just flow. I usually don't open up to people easily, but with him, it's natural. He brings it out of me smoothly, and I don't need to hide who I am.

Moose's words are so far from the reality; they're just based on appearances, the only thing he knows. I guess he hasn't read the 'Silent Voice' article.

My annoyance is bubbling inside in front of his narrow mind, yet I try to keep my cool and I ask calmly, "Is he your friend?"

"No!" He shakes his head, frowning.