I Am Unstoppable (Book 2)

Chapter Fifteen: O is for Outrageous

I suffered through the rest of the school day, feeling a little upset, yet a tiny bit relieved. I knew that Alia was by my side and always would be. Brandon basically screwed up the love life I grew to love, but now, am growing to hate. I didn't see him at all for the rest of the day.

I walked by Becca, though.

She was standing in front of a classroom during passing time. Her index finger was twirling a strand of her long brown hair. A smile on her face was clearly visible.

A guy was in front of her. Not just any guy, a good-looking guy. A guy that makes me look like total shit.

I instantly felt infuriated again. Becca is just pushing me away as if I didn't even exist. As if I was never her boyfriend.

As if I was with someone else.

My face got a little redder as I glanced in front of me and continued to walk away. I thought what happened between her and I at lunch was bad. Clearly, that was nothing. She's making herself seem available to all the boys attracted to her.

I entered my dreaded Portuguese class, gratefully being the last class of the day. On the board, written in sloppy handwriting, it said: "Sub day. The two worksheets you will receive will be counted as quiz grades."

I love quiz grades, especially after being stabbed in the back by my girlfriend of over a year.

Here I am in Portuguese, still strongly anticipating Alia's arrival. I really need to tell her about what I saw Becca doing, so she can give me some advice on how to handle the situation.

Knowing Alia, she'll probably tell me to just slap Becca or something on that idea.

Alia suddenly walks into the room, her dress slightly flowing against the air. She didn't look as happy as she did five minutes ago, which I find weird. I kissed her cheek at lunch. I would assume that doing that would make her jump with joy on the inside.

She sits down in the seat to my left. "Dude, I just saw the whore talking to some guy."

I fail to hold in my laughter. Clearly, she's referring to Becca, making the statement that much more beautiful.

"I did too," I say back as my laughter ends. "Do you think she likes him?"

Alia shrugs her shoulders. "I don't know. She was twirling her hair a lot with her finger. Girls usually do that when they're talking to or thinking about the guy they like. I do that all the time. Then again, Becca is confusing as shit, so I couldn't really tell you."

There's a ninety-nine percent chance that she secretly likes him. Odds are, she probably doesn't like me anymore.

Ah, my love life is screwed up.

Alia and I begin to do the worksheets. They were really easy. Most of the questions were about stuff like, Que dia é hoje? (What day is it today?) and Qual é o teu aniversário? (When is your birthday?)

Well, hoje é terça-feira, e o meu aniversário é no dia dezanove de janeiro. (Today is Tuesday, and my birthday is January nineteenth.)

Done with that.

Once her and I finish our work (there's still literally ten minutes left of class to just talk and whatever, then we can LEAVE!), we just carry on with our conversation. I find it really funny how now, Alia is really starting to open up about her feelings towards Rebecca. Apparently, she never liked her to begin with, since Becca seems like a "stuck-up teenage bitch who flips a tit when someone female talks to Richard Macedo".

In other words, Alia doesn't like her because she is dating "this".

*Points to self*

I find that funny and respond with, "That is really true, honestly. I don't have a lot of friends to begin with, and her being a snobby bitch to you pisses me off to the point where I would love to hit her, but I can't, because she's a girl."

"Who said she's a girl?" Alia blurts, winking.

I think I just died inside.

I facepalm, letting out an uncontrollable laughter. Alia just sits there with a proud smile on her face.

I freaking love her.

"Hey, do you want to come over my house after school?" I query.

She gets dead silent. "Really?"

I nod. "Yeah, so we can prank call her or something." I shake my head. "Just kidding, that isn't cruel enough."

Alia, without even thinking, shouts, "HELL YEAH!"

I knew she wouldn't pass up the offer. She's in love with me, for goodness sake. Who wouldn't want to go over the house of their lover?

"Awesome. If you want, my brother can give you a ride." I pull out my phone to check the time.

2:39. One minute left.

"I should probably stop by my house first to change out of this," she says, tugging at the edges of her dress. "This thing is really freaking annoying."

Honestly, it's a good thing she isn't coming with Tyler and I, because who knows how Tyler will react to being a "chauffeur".

The bell rings, scaring the crap out of me. That definitely didn't feel like a minute, but who cares? The sooner I get out of this hellhole, the happier I'll be.

Alia and I say a quick "bye" and exchange a quick "see you later", going in opposite directions. I run down the main stairways, which are crowded with a bunch of ignorant people. Music is blaring, people are screaming, and the pounding of feet is shaking the ground. I walk out of the main entrance and look around to search for Tyler's little black car. I can't find it. The parking lot is filled with at least a hundred student cars, making it nearly impossible for me to find a shitty black car.

I turn to sit down on the bench I usually sit down on when I can't find Tyler's car, but it's occupied by a blond guy and some brunette girl disturbingly making out.

When I look closer to see who it is, it hits me.

Rebecca Morel.