LOVE OR HOPE?

Chapter Thirteen

"Proud Bitch!" Some spat.

"Imagine saying that in front of all of us after he had taken his time to throw a party for her!"

"She couldn't have afforded the shit anyways."

"I heard that she lives in the slums."

" She must have felt so bad that she was always calling in sick."

I have to admit that If i could sell my whole life right now,I would buy a gun and kill all these goddamned slutty girls right here.

I have never been so disgusted. I just came out from the Principal's office and I've been hearing tons of gossips. It was obvious that a lot of efforts were made to make these gossips loud enough for me to hear and I wished I had ear plugs on.

Staying in class wasn't relatively easy as well, The reserved girl had suddenly become popular overnight for turning down their most favourite basketball player.

I closed my eyes and my mind flashed back to Harold. I didn't know when I had slept off in his arms and that was the longest sleep that I've had since the most dreadful thing in my life has happened to me.

I didn't feel my existence anymore,I couldn't even feel my pain. It was as if I was living like an outsider who doesn't belong to the real world. All human feelings were now suddenly locked away from me,I couldn't feel hurt,ashamed,angry,guilty,sad or even confused. I felt as numb as a shell. I felt as if I was no longer in control of my body-

Mia's fingers snapped in front of my eyes. My head shook in surprise.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

I nodded.

"I Know you are always quiet but you are unusually very quiet today."

I nodded and smiled.

" Maybe she's on her periods" Tracey grinned.

I squinted at her and raised an eyebrow,She shrugged.

Conor walked into the empty class that was occupied by the three of us.

"Heyy Girls!!" He dragged excitedly,Mia's face lit up as she hugged him.

"Great party you had Alyssa!" He smiled and faced me. "Wish you could be eighteen every damned day."

I forced a laugh,if that was what he wanted to hear.

" Everyone has been talkîng about it!"

"But not in the way you talk about it" I retorted.

" Well-" Conor looked at Mia for support.

"You can't be blamed because you dont have the same Feelings as their Favourite Norman must have had for you." Mia quickly cut in.

"I don't actually give a fuck about what they all think but I would appreciate if they could stop talking about it when I'm just a inch away from them."

Tracey laughed.

" What's funny?" Conor asked. " You know this is all your fault right? What the hell is called Three questions, you dumb fuck?"

That was the first time I heard Conor cuss. We all know that Conor is the Straight A student and every Teacher's favourite student who is always careful of whatever word that comes right out of his mouth. I was touched.

"I was drunk okay? Jeez! You can't blame me for going haywire In my drunk state,a lot of things are expected."

" Where did you go though? I searched for you later at the party" Conor asked.

"Home"

"How? That was pretty fast."

" Harold"

"Who is Harold?"

"The guy that had a brawl with her at the beach." Mia replied.

" Oh." Conor grinned. "Something is fishy"

I glared at him and Mia laughed.

"Alyssa is robotic. She doesn't feel emotions." Mia said " Except that she loves me too much." She winked at me and shrugged confidently.

"He's just helpful" I said.

"Of course." Conor dragged sarcastically.

Kyle and Norman entered the class laughing and on seeing me,they stopped.

"Come on,let's get out of here" Norman said,he was frowning so hard.

Kyle stared at Tracey for a long time before he walked out of the class and shut the door.

"Seems like Norman isn't over it yet." Conor said.

"You know I really don't care,right?"

Conor smirked.

"I think it's time that I tell Norman that I like him." Tracey blurted.

Silence ensued.

"Do you think it's the right thing to do with this kind of situation?" Mia asked as she pushed her glasses to the bridge of her nose.

"He might not be over the whole situation but I think he is now over Alyssa." Tracey said, plucking out dirts from her red manicured nails. "it's my time to strike!"

"Goodluck on that." Conor said coldly, wrapping his arms tightly on Mia.

"And you don't care about how Kyle would feel once you start dating his bestfriend?" Mia asked again.

" I don't." Tracey adjusted herself on her seat " Come on Mia,Kyle was to waste away my time."

Conor shook his head. "Let's see how well it goes."

"Won't it go well,Alyssa?" Tracey faced me.

"It will." I greatly doubted it.

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