It's A Complicated Story

10| CHAPTER TEN

Chapter Ten

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RING!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As soon as the bell went off, the seats emptied within a fraction of second. After all, no one wants to bear five more minutes of 'chemistry class'.

I took a deep breath before stretching in my seat and getting up. Man...chemistry is tiring as fuck.

I gathered all my notes and left before mustering a 'thank you' to Sini, our chemistry lecturer.

"So...you got a new hair cut?" Malcolm asked as he joined me in the hallway.

Why does everyone keep asking me the same fucking question?

"Nah, I just dyed the ends invisible" I repeated the same reply for the seventh time.

"Hmm..." he muttered.

Something is fishy.

"Is everything okay?" I asked him.

"Yeah" he said a little bit lost.

"Stop lying, I know something is wrong? Something happened between you and Alistair?" I asked, sounding a bit worried.

And then he blasted off as if I said something wrong.

"Congrats Sherlock! You got it all right, now what am I supposed to do? Feed you those doggy treats bitch?" he said, annoyance dripping from his voice.

"Bitch?" I repeated. He knew it very well what he was saying. He was calling me his pet.

"Yea, Bitch, what else do you think you are?" he said.

I remained quiet.

"You and your so-called BFFs are nothing more than pets to me," he continued.

"Did, you just called me your pet?" I growled, the magma inside my skull slowly boiling.

"Yes, you and that Zachery and Melissa, you people are nothing but dogs following me while wiggling your tails," he said before laughing.

And I thought I had a crush on him.

"Better watch your mouth Malcolm Raoult," I growled as I clenched my jaw.

"Or what will you do?" he asked.

I have had enough of him, firstly my periods aren't helping, secondly, I am still pissed at what happened in my house last night, and top of that I forgot to take my pills.

Without a second thought, I grabbed him by his color. I don't mind if this gets in my records.

"You are dead," I growled.

"Will you hurt your best friend?" he asked, smiling slyly. He knows my weak point; he knows I will never hurt my friends but is he, my friend?

"Best friend? We are done Malcolm, I respected our friendship more than anything, but you stabbed the knife in my back" I spit out these words like venom.

"You are my closest friend," he said trying to sound normal but his voice dripped with sarcasm.

"We are done Malcolm, we are done, I don't ever want to see your face again," I told him and rushed into the crowd, completely getting lost in the ocean of students.