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One day... Calvin, and the Elite were no where to be seen, good on them because I was ready to castrate them.
Two days... Theo hadn't left, and he had come over to my house to make sure I was okay, Leah and Sam didn't leave my side, even when Charlotte and her minions tried to take the piss.
One week... Calvin was still absent. It was 1-0 to him, yet I couldn't bring myself to inflict the same amount of pain he'd caused me. I decided that I'd just ignore him and go on my way.
One month... He was no where to be seen.
Luke and Asher had come back, and checked on me every now and then, and I talked to them, I mean it wasn't their fault, and I couldn't ignore the shock they displayed when Calvin did what he did.
School was fine for the most part, although Charlotte did try annoy me, at this point, I was beyond caring, but what did piss me off, what really fucking pissed me off, was the looks.
Not even the malicious ones, I could deal with those, but the ones that looked at me as though I was a lost puppy. I hated it, I fucking hated it, I didn't want to seem vulnerable to anyone, and the whispers the 'she's an orphan?!' or the 'awh i feel bad,'
News spread like wildfire, and by the next day, all of Heartsland High had found out about my parents, and since I was part of the 'famous' Clifford bloodline, this was Aristocratic gold news.
Maybe its me being a bitch, but in all honesty, every time I look in the mirror, all I remember is their death, I have my mums eyes, her wavy hair, I don't need anyone else to remind me of what I already know. But I didn't fight anyone, I just clenched my fists and got through the days.
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Theo and I walk out of the class, laughing, and walk towards my locker, he had made his feelings clearer to me over the past month, but the more I got to know him, the more he felt like a brother. And I knew that Im gonna hurt him because I don't like him, he doesn't deserve that, he's so genuine, so nice, so perfect, that sometimes I wish I could like him.
I pull open my locker, and a note falls on the floor.
Meet me at the school garden at break. -C
He was back??
I look up and see Theo looking at me curiously, and I look at the paper again, and crumple it up, then throw it on the floor.
'Detention slip,' I shrug then we walk towards our usual seat outside.
