Her Name

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER III-RUMOURS ARE STUPID

"It's not that bad.."

My head snap to the direction of Lorena, mop of red hair was tied to a ponytail. I truly wish that her flowy ginger locks will erupt into flames any minute now as I glare daggers at her.

Every circle of friends has that one person who parades around with dominace and has this 'I don't give a fuck' attitude in every damn places they goes.

I take Lorena in consideration that she might be that person in our clique. She obtain all the aspects in every way, she is the perfect definition of that kind of being.

She's obnoxiusly cranky, impatient and that person who hardly express her feelings to someone she didn't fully trust and she's horribly bossy to add to the imaginary criteria.

Nonetheless, I still love her-with the exception of her bitchy attitudes, of course.

"Easy for you to say, you're not the one who have the pleassure to endure this situation." Sarcasm laced my voice, as I forcefully thrust a spoonful of food inside my mouth.

I glared at a group of students in my year who pass by laughing at my direction, they immediately shut up.

She shrugged, munching on her fries.

"What I meant is it's not that it's a picture of murder, scandal or something that can truly jeopardize your life. Geez, Ren you're overreacting again."

Well, she did have a point.

I pitifully looked down at my phone and groan in mortification at the embarrasing and obviously editted photo of me trying to save the choking man from earlier.

I was standing at the exact same position from earlier this morning, my body behind the choking old man.

The worst part is I look like I was in a uncommon position, unfortunately the man was horrifically bended to his knees and I was right behind him, pure concentration on my face-Er, you get the idea.

The photo is artistically-well edited, and the brightness was dimmed a little bit to add a more dramatic effect, I started to scroll downwards.

My eyes literally bulge out of its own sockets when I saw the same image but in a different scenary, in the bedroom, at the sky and in a freaking garbage truck.

If you're present at that time you'll know that the action is purely innocent-for pete's sake I was just helping the man out, I never partake this to be the consequence of that kindness, I selfishly thought it was something great.

But for some reason other people got the wrong idea...I can definitely understand the true essence of a picture speaks a thousand of words.

"I.Hate.My.Life!"

I sigh dramatically, banging my head on the table, pausing to utter a word. By this action I gained quite a lot of attention on our table, I can feel the stares of judging eyes on my back but I couldn't care less.

"Hey, hey, Ren it's going to be okay.

As if on cue, my head abruptly spun upwards. My eyes ladden with surprise and confusion.

I let out a gasp.

"Noah?" I squeak.

He grinned.

"The one and only."

Long story short, his parents got divorce and like the child of every couples on the verge of divorcing, he had to endure the process and was torn between staying with his parents. Since his father moved out of the country and is currently residing in England he had to spend half of his year there and the other half in here.

I pity him, he must be tired of this bullshit already but on the contrary, we as his friends are here to support him and provide the love that he deserves, no matter what, on such great lengths.

I squealed and engulfed him in a bone-crushing hug, "I can't believe you're finally here!"

"I doubt that. By the look in your face earlier, you seems so surprised by my presence."

"Well, you're supposed to be here until next month I have every right to be sur-Holy crap!"

I gasp as the realization dawn upon me.

I plopped down on my sit, clutching my cheeks.

Gosh, I'm a horrible addition to mankind.

Next month is actually this month, I can't believe I freaking forgot about that. But my friends, are supposed to remind me about this but they didn't-Did they forget about it too?

Based on the smirks and smug glances I've received, I doubt my suspicion.

They left me out, and by that triumphant look on Lorena's face I immediately knew that she's behind this.

I seldom wonder if they were really my friends, but that thought diminishes out as soon as it crosses my mind.

But...

They knew it all along, sneaky little bastards, retarded mother freaking human‐.

I was knocked out of my reverie when someone painfully elbowed me on my side. I winced in pain, raising a curious brow towards Curtis, another very close friend of mine and Chris' twin and the gay one out of the sibling.

He gestured his head across from us and I turned my eyes just to received expectant looks around the table-with the exception of Lorena, of course she's to engrossed to her phone to notice, her forhead seems to creased a little bit in concetration.

Hmm. I wonder what's that about.

I shrugged and said,

"Did you guys said something?"

Noah opens his mouth to speak but Chris, who finaaly looked up instead of devouring his meal, interrupted him.

"Son of the devil in twelve o'clock."
I might have laugh to Chris' nickname for this creature if I'm not in this scenario.

A sense of fury and hatred clouded over my being as I turned on my back and saw the reincarnation of the devil, I can't believe I considered him gorgeous earlier.

He purposely strided towards the entrance of the cafeteria, gainingg attentions here and there-mostly from the females. Brittany Wilson, tightly clutch to his arm. The obliviuos blonde has no idea that she was just taste of his week.

He's famous for his cassanova ways and mostly due to his incredible looks, hot figure and lastly for his love for sports, this boy was the quarterback of the football team and a part of the popular clique.

The female community in our school seems to be intrugued by this kind of boys and offered their vulnerable hearts on a platter, the type who will only bring them heart ache and a series of tears.

I sneered in digust at this poorly-excused of a being. I marched towards his direction, ignoring the series of voices calling out my name and focused on my mission.

Due to my nearing loud footsteps, I've gained his attetion and the female beside him, ignoring Brittany's glare over my figure-she probably thougt that I ought to steal her man but I'm going to do the exact opposite.

"Hey Anderson!"

I step in front of him and gave him my sweetest smile that I could muster, the bastard look utterlyconfuse but painfully amuse at the same time.

Huh! You won't guess what comes next buddy.

I took a final deep breath, to gather some of my courage for what I'm about to do.

I curled my hands into a fist and raised it mid air.

Then..

I punched him in the face.