𝙁𝘼𝘾𝘼𝘿𝙀 (𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲)

Chapter 59

Laila POV

Jason came down to meet me exactly twenty minutes later. I'm so grateful this exam will last two hours. All we have to do is to write fast when we get to school.

His driver drove us back to school after saying goodbye to the woman who took me to his room - which I happened to know is his nanny.

The drive to the school was filled with total silence except from when the driver said a few words to lighten Jason mood on his father death anniversary- which he half listen to - the ride was quiet.

Jason try to say something when we were on the road but decide against it and I didn't push further. I was kind of grateful for the silence. I'm not exactly in the mood to talk. And I need to set my emotion straight for the exam I was about to go and sit for.

Mr Falade and some teachers were in the hall when we get back to school. They were all shock to see me with Jason but none said anything. The students also had the same look because all eyes went up when we stepped into the hall.

It was after I went to submit my paper and on my way out that I meet Mr Falade and he stop me saying.

"Good job Miss Sofela."

I raise my head to look up at him.

"Thank you sir." I appreciated not knowing what he is actually complimenting me for.

"I'm certain it wasn't your exam pass and ID you went to take at home." He said and I grimace. "But I'm not against what you went to do either. You are one hell of a kid Laila." And he smile

Really? Mr Falade smile?

That is a nice thing to see after almost seeing him every day with either a smirk or a serious face.

And it is also the first time he called me by my first name.

I smile back and walk out of the hall. I went to meet my friemds in the class and after a while I needed peace and I need to be alone so I went to sit under one of the trees that line the pathways out of the school.

I know there I will get my wishes.

I was there in my own thoughts looking at the different SS3 students hanging around, when someone came to sit beside me.

It was Jason. He said nothing but just sit beside me and drop his bag on the floor. I look at him. He is still pale and his eyes still look distant.

After a while he said quietly. "I'm sorry for today."

"You don't have to be sorry for anything." I told him not looking at him.

"I should be. I made you cry. That is one of the last thing I ever wanted to do to you."

"I know. you didn't make me cry. You just happened to help revive something I don't want to admit."

Which is the truth. I might appear fine outside but deep deep down me, I know those things are what I always wanted to know.

"It's still the same. You cried because of it. I made you cried and hurt your feelings while I was been self centered, selfish...."

I cut him short quickly. "You are not any of those."

He need to know that. I hate the self loathing and anger he felt toward himself whenever he does something that he consider to be bad or isn't right. He always hate himself and that is why it is hard for him to love and believe in himself.

I love him for whoever he is but he also need to love himself and accepts himself for whoever he was if he ever want to find self happiness.

The self loathing, pain and hatred have to stop.