Backstabbed (H.S)

Chapter 32

Rick?

Why now? Why just after my head has been pounded against a wall?

I breathe in and out deeply. If only Harry knew what Rick looked like. Rick walks over to his newly assigned seat, three chairs away from me.

Rick settles down then turns in my dirrection. I reach over for Harry's hand as Rick winks at me. Harry squeezes my hand as he watches Rick's actions.

The bell rings and I'm still clutching Harry's hand in fear. Rick gets up to leave and I stay behind. Harry stays with me also, knowing no matter what, my grip won't loosen around his wrist.

"Mack, what's wrong."

I shake my head. Harry can't know who the new kid is. Not right now.

I need to deal with Rick myself and if he doesn't like it, he's going to have to learn to like it.

"Nothing. I just..." I trail off. I have no excuse, "I'm fine."

Harry opens his mouth to protest, but he lets it go. He nods, "Let's go to third period, then."

Before we walk into third period, Harry stays behind outside the classroom.

I sit at my desk in the very back and from my seat, I can see past the doorway and into the hallway. Mia is glaring at Harry and Harry says something that makes Mia even more frustrated. Harry just shrugs and walks into the classroom, leaving a shocked Mia in the hallway.

Harry doesn't sit next to me and when the bell rings to dismiss the class, he doesn't wait for me. He's the first one to leave.

Doesn't he know that this is the most that I've needed someone right now? Of course he doesn't know, Mack. He doesn't know that the person you've most feared of in your life is back in town and even in one of your classes! Why? Because you're deciding to keep this from him.

I limp my way to fourth hour and squint my eyes in pain when someone accidently hits me with their backpack on the side.

"Hello, beautiful." someone says behind me and I turn around to find Rick, smirking, leaning against one of the lockers. I back up and then turn myself back around, hurrying to fourth period.

I rush myself to my chair, surprisingly, Harry is already in his chair. The one closer to the door, mine at the back of the class, of course. He was talking to Louis when his eyes met mine, but I scurried away to my seat.

My science teacher decided to give us a worksheet today and I smile. I love worksheets. They are simple and easy for me. I finish it before class ends and I take my phone out to pass time. We are allowed to use our phones if we are done with everything.

"Ms.Johnson?" my teacher calls.

"Yes?" I say, looking up from my phone.

"Just making sure you were here. I never notice you." she smiles, looking down at the attendance sheet in her hands.

Everyone is the class laughs at the teachers comment. Wow, I'm so unpopular even teachers don't notice me.

I look around the class and I suddenly feel a wave of lonelyness. Harry is looking at me and I lower my head when I catch him.

Why couldn't Isa and Miny have more than one class with me?

Sure, Miny is in my Art class but no one really socializes in there.

Isa and I only have 5th period together and its Math. The class everyone allows everyone to cheat off their papers cause it's so complicated.

No one talks.

But I would like someone who would sit next to me and whisper jokes when the teacher isn't looking or text me so I would look up and see them doing a stupid face.

I sigh. The bell rings and I tuck away my phone in my front backpack pocket.

I walk out of the classroom and see Isa standing in the corner talking to a guy. His name is Liam. He's really nice, but I've only talked to him the times Isa is around.

"Hey," I say as I approach them.

Isa looks over Liam's shoulder and scoots Liam out of the way, gently.

"Hey! Ready for math?" She rolls her eyes and sticks her finger half way down her throat.

"Ready as always. Hey Liam." I send him a little wave.

"Hello, Mack." Liam greets, then he faces Isa, "I've got to head to fifth. See you later girls." He nods, then walks off.

Isa stares as Liam walks away with dreamy eyes and her hands clutched over her heart.

"Are you sure you aren't falling for that Liam guy?" I ask, playfully.

"I'm sure! He's just really sweet and kind and handsome and strong and.." she trails off.

"Okay, okay Cinderella lets go." I laugh, grabbing her elbow.

"Wait." Isa freezes and stares down the hallway. My eyes follow her gaze and they lock onto....Rick.

My body from the inside collapses and Isa's eyes go wide.

"Don't tell me that's him." She whispers through her gritted teeth.

"It's him." I say looking away.

"Oh my god." Isa groans, "that asshole is back."

I nod in agreement. Isa stands there with her face all red.

"Cmon, I should be the one punching the living life out of him." I say, tugging at Isa's elbow, "we need to get to class."

Isa nods and walks, but never did she once look away from Rick.

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School ends and Rick is only in one of my classes.

What made him come back?

He changed during junior year because of Mia. Has he come back to his senses and become his old self again?

Either way, I'm terrified of him. I plan on ignoring him all my life.

As I drive closer to my house, I notice another car parked on the driveway. It's not my moms nor my dads.

I quickly park my car, rushing myself to the door.

The front door is wide open. My body freezes but then I tell it to move. There is someone in the house and I need to find that person.

I check upstairs carefully but no signs of life there.

I check downstairs and also find no breathing soul. I walk into the living room, my hands running through my hair.

Should I call 911?

As I turn to run upstairs to grab my phone from my backpack, I remember one place that I haven't checked.

The backyard.

I slowly make myself to the door that leads to the backyard.

When I turn the knob and step outside, a rush of wind hits my face and I shiver.

I look up to find someone, facing away from me, sitting on the trampoline my father had gotten me when I was seven.

The body turned to face me as the backyard door slammed shut with the force of the wind.

When I see who it is, I have to build up all the courage inside me to say these words and not burst out crying.

"Leave my home, please." I yell, my voice sounding shaky and scared.

THANKS FOR READING. I HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW SO PROBABLY NO UPDATE!! HOPEFULLY THIS ONE MAKES UP FOR IT. GOODNIGHT!

-stockholmstyless :)