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Chapter 8 (Picture Of Tasha)

Illiana's P.O.V

1 week later.

I went back to school, I was definitely anxious about it. Firstly I got into a huge fight with the most popular kids in school they're going to do their best to make my life a living hell, that's I don't get expelled. I haven't seen Stephen since he said what he said I've been at his house but he's been ghosting.

Luckily Shay was the first person I saw. We walked to class.

"'How have you been?" She asked.

"Depressed, lost and confused. My life makes no sense it seems like everything is randomly falling apart and I can't do anything to stop it. To make matters worse I have insomnia so I'm tired too. I just don't want to be here anymore. . .I don't wanna die but all of this shit is weighing on me" Is what I wanted to say.

"'I'm fine" I lied.

Why did I lie to my best friend? She probably the only person I can talk to right now but those words left my lips.

We got to the councilors waiting for their verdict.

Some Time Later

"You will not be expelled but you will have to do community service for 3 weeks" C.J explained.

"Sir. . . I won't be able to do that I'm tutoring someone" I explained.

"Well then I guess your weekends will be filled with fixing the school garden. All of you will be expected to come to school at five and leave at whatever time Francis allows you to " He said

I nodded quietly.

I had no problem gardening, I use to do it with my grandmother. I planned to continue but my father hired an old friend of his services, so different gardeners would come to my house and not all of them were friendly, some were too friendly. If they allow me to plant I'm definitely sneaking in a few lillies ( they were my granny's favorite flower).

We were excused and I was ecstatic to go back to class. It would destract me from my problems. It was second period the teacher made me right a spoken piece for class while the rest did a shorts story.

I walked in thinking I was just going to hand it in but she had other plans.

"Since our Young Money Mayweather is back perhaps she would like to share the short piece I asked her to do" the teacher said seeming slightly annoyed by my presence.

"Sir, can I please do it some other day I really am not in the right head space." I explained

"You had a whole week to get yourself in the right head space. Now please read to the class" he instructed.

I took a deep breath. Then I saw Stephen I wrote this piece thinking about him and his psycho girlfriend. So my eyes were fixed on him.

"You Bruised Me But You Didn't Break Me. You Hurt Me But You Didn't Destroy Me. You Said What You Said But You Didn't Define Me. I Might Fall But I Will Always Pick Myself Up. I Thought I Lost Everything, But I Had Me And The One Thing. . . The One Thing I Will Never Lose. I Refuse To Have Your Words Tattooed On My Brain. I Won't See Your Twisted, Venomous Words In The Mirror. Your Words Made Me So Much Stronger. I Am Not The Problem, The Ones Who Fail To Understand What There Is To Love About Me Are The Problems. A Women Scorn Should Be Feared, But Not Mine, Mine Will Be Melted And Shaped Into A Glorious Statue. So You, You Can Gather You're Army But You Should Be Scared Because You Will Face A Goddess With An Unbreakable Strength, Who's Words Take And Give Life, . . . Me!" I read.

He seemed moved by my piece but not the was I expected. I might be wrong but he seemed ashamed. Even if he was ashamed about the things he said I was too late he made an enemy of me.

I then walked to my seat realizing everyone's eyes darting between him and I trying to figure out what was happening.

After class I walked back to my locker. He followed me.

"Hi, listen what I said. . ." I rudely interrupted.

"I really don't care what you said or have to say" I said slamming my locker door and walking away.

Lord knows I would have listened if I knew what his response would be.

~Lunch~

I was eating my curly fries minding my business chatting to Shay as usual. Then Luca came to my table.

"Hi can we talk" he asked.

"What is there to talk about? Please let me enjoy my lunch before I lose my appetite" I said rudely.

"I'm sorry. . ." He sighed.

"Yeah you are a sorry excuse for a human being. Get the fuck out of my face" I said aggressively

Before he could respond Stephen caught my attention he was standing on a table.

"Hi, guys I want to say something hush up (everyone kept dead quiet and stared at him confused) Illiana Diana Grey I am so sorry I was a major asshole and I understand that I crossed 100000 lines and caused a lot of drama. So if you don't wanna speak to me then, so I will pay the consequences the first." He jumped of of the table.

Two guys came holding a bucket each. THEY POURED A WHOLE BUCKET OF COKE ON HIM! I jumped up completely shocked, mu mouth was wide open.

"The second is I will not play in Friday's friendly match against New Worth High" he said after wiping his face.

Everyone gasped this game might have been a friendly but it was against the town's rival. This was a major deal, their best player dropping out would have put a target on his back and mine.

The cafeteria booed. I was dumb founded. Shook. Lost. Damn.

All eyes were no on him.

"TALK TO HIM! TALK TO HIM" One person chanted it flew through the cafeteria like a wave.

I walked out.

Shay ran after me.

"He's crazy? he's crazy right? who would do something like that? A crazy person. Why would he do that? What if he doesn't play the game? I don't want to talk to him, I really don't. What he did was so wrong now he makes a scene asking for my forgiveness. The fuck. Well I won't give in. But if I don't then I'm going to have a target on my back especially if they lose!?" I freaked.

"Just talk to him. It's not that deep, but if he doesn't play it will be that deep" Shay advised.