Chasing The Bad Boy

Chapter 20-The Bad Boy is Frustrating

Chapter 20-The Bad Boy is Frustrating

For the record, Jay Carter wasn’t lying when he said that he had made a bet. And the fact that Zach was the guy he’d made a bet with hurt like a bitch. He is currently sitting right in front of me with an arm draped around Chanel and kissing her cheek. It’s not what he’s doing right now that’s making me want to smash his head on a wall, it’s what he’s done already. Even though he was such an ass to me since the beginning of time, I trusted him a little. He became sort of a friend after what he did for me that night at the balcony when I was missing dad. He was there for me and I’m grateful for that.

But he crossed the limits by making a bet with Jay. Of course I still didn’t believe Jay when he said he likes me, but I had decided to forgive him and stop being such a bitch to him. He was a jackass, I didn’t expect any less of him. Him making a bet was the usual drift. Zach was a player and I shouldn’t expect any less of him too. But he was not just a random player for me. He was someone I had begun to trust somehow. And he did this. He made a bet to see who would win me in the end.

“Em? You okay?” Beth asks, snapping my attention towards her. We’re all sitting at our table in the cafeteria and Zach and Chanel are busy laughing and giggling about something. I’m hoping he’s not doing the same with her. Because if he is, I’m going to crack his bones, I swear.

“I’m fine,” I tell her and Beth gives me a ‘I-know-you’re-lying-and-we’ll-talk-about-this-later’ look. I shift my eyes back to my food and keep twirling the fork. Tears are threatening to spill out of my eyes but I somehow manage to control.

What was I? An object for two guys to have made a bet about me? Was I a toy for them to have fought against who would get me in the end? If that was supposed to heighten my self-esteem then it wasn’t working at all. I sniff once to push the tears back when Zach’s eyes snap towards me and he stares at me blankly for a long moment. I look away again, knowing that his eyes are still stuck on me.

Not being able to take it anymore, I push the chair back and stand up only to storm out of the cafeteria. I hear them calling my name but I don’t look back as tears start spilling out of my eyes almost immediately. Opening the door of the girls’ lavatory, I enter one of the cubicles after passing a few girls and slam the door, locking myself inside. And there’s no explanation needed about the fact that I’m crying my eyes out. I’m not as hurt about Jay making a bet than I am about Zach doing it.

“Em? Em, open the door!” Chanel says, knocking on the door of my cubicle loudly.

I don’t answer and continue crying. This sucks. Why am I crying over something so stupid? He wasn’t my boyfriend. He was just…someone that I hate with all my heart, not hating him at the same time. Everything was screwed up. Why are guys such jackasses? Why can’t they be human?

“Em, open the door or I’m going to break it,” Beth says and I wipe my tears, resting my head on my hands.

“Damn it,” Chanel says and bangs on the door again.

“Get out of there!” Beth yells. I reluctantly get up and open the door. Chanel instantly places a hand on my shoulder and pulls me out of there.

“What the hell is going on, Em?” Beth asks as Chanel pulls me into a hug as I cry.

“Let her calm down,” she says to Beth and when I’m sure my eyes won’t turn into a river again, I let go of Chanel and wash my face once. Both of them soothingly rub my back and I look up at them through the mirror before turning around.

“What’s wrong?” Chanel asks and I stare at her for a moment. Should I tell her what her boyfriend did? I don’t want to spoil things for her, if Zach has really changed after what he did then I want Chanel to be happy. He did look serious when he said that he likes her too. But how could I trust him after what he did?