What I Wish You Knew | ꪜ

Chapter Two

To Parker,

02. I wish you knew how embarrassing that was.

Hayley's POV

Settling down beside Jenna, I retrieved my binder tucked under my arm, sighing in frustration. "You okay?" She asked with concern. Without turning to glance at her, I nodded my head curtly, "I'm peachy Jenna, just peachy."

Her eyes assessed me carefully. Then as if she had a sudden revelation, her face lit up and then fell into a deep scowl, "you didn't take your meds, did you? That's why you're behaving this way. Any other day you'd have simply walked away. You know how you get when you're off them!"

I do, but do I need a constant reminder of that? I certainly did not. I was prepared to answer, but the sight of Vanessa sauntering through the front door held my tongue back. Her eyes carefully shifted around the room searching for a possible open seat until they fixated on us.

Surely she isn't considering sitting here right after that confrontation in the hallway? I refuse to believe that her level of shame is so considerably low or non-existent that she's willing to sit here after she dissed me then I non-threatened her. "Is she coming here?" I whispered harshly to Jenna as Vanessa sauntered into the classroom.

A part of me doesn't blame her though. Even if she chooses to sit somewhere else, no one would want to be beside her. You see the reason why she transferred to this school was because of a video that went viral all over the internet.

She pushed a handicapped boy off his wheelchair which resulted in him fracturing his arm. Although she claimed that it was a mistake and she simply bumped into him, no one believed her.

For this, she got bullied so severely that her parents resorted to transferring schools to escape the scrutiny. However; the video followed her here seeing as the internet isn't exclusive to a certain amount of people. Thus, no one here befriended her for fear of being outcasted.

I believed her story because I refused to believe that someone would be cruel enough to throw a handicapped kid off his wheelchair. But now, I'm starting to rethink that possibility. She seems more than capable of doing it.

But instead of thanking me for giving her friends and people to lean on when she needed help, she took a knife and jammed it right in the middle of my back and twisted it until I bled out.

Well now that I'm bled out dry and I have no sympathy toward her, she's back to square one, being singled out in an ocean riddled with sharks. I never saw the day when I would become one of those sharks, unfortunately, she chose to cut herself and draw blood, sharks love nothing more.

My eyes followed her as she came strutting toward our table, binder in hand, face deathly pale as if she had just seen a ghost. "Can I sit here?" The words barely registered in my mind as my eyes penetrated through her head, praying that looks really could kill.

It baffled me how she could act as if she hadn't just called me a narcissistic sociopath. Who really is the sociopath here? "I'm sorry but I don't recall charity organization being written on my head," I muttered dryly as I motioned to my forehead.

She sucked in a harsh breath, hands carefully washing over her face in distress, "no one wants me beside them, okay?"

"And what gave you the crazy idea that we weren't one of those people?" Jenna responded as she cocked her head sideways, her eyes widening in a silent question as Vanessa shifted from one foot to the other. "I'm just gonna sit here and be out of your hair, alright?"