Broken

chapter 10

Ciara

"You don't want to be late Ciara," dad said for the fifth time this morning but I've not moved an inch from my bed since I was kind of stressed from yesterday.

I decided to heed to Shanya's advice about forgiving him but I can't trust him, since I'll be seeing him more often. I'll wait till he does something to piss me off again, then I'll give him a piece of what he deserves. I expected a call or a message from him last night but nothing came.

Why should I expect a call? He was my boss's son and he was trying to be nice, after lying against me?

My alarm went off about thirty minutes ago but I ignored it.

"Alex is having breakfast already, he'll be leaving for school soon and you're still in bed," he said again but I didn't move. I was pleased with myself for locking the door from behind before sleeping last night.

After waiting for a few minutes, I woke up fully, ready to start my day.
Within twenty minutes, I was already at the kitchen having breakfast while Alex bragged about waking up before me.

We got to school exactly about fifteen minutes after we left home. I found Shanya at the study hall as soon as I got there and since we had the same classes today we stayed together. Lunchtime seemed to come slower than usual since I wanted to talk about yesterday with her. I felt something fishy about the way she acted yesterday, firstly, she advised me to forgive him, then she accepted that he drove us only to leave me with him at the ice cream parlor and she came back immediately I stood up to look for her. Lastly, she pushed me back to his truck when I wanted to follow her back to her house.

Finally the bell for lunch went off and Shanya and I went to the cafeteria together, she brought pizza for both of us.

"Do you feel like you're not telling me something important?" I asked her after waiting very patiently. We just watched a guy spill ketchup on himself. I still don't understand the way some high schoolers act. Shanya said his name is Rad.

"I don't think so," she replied.

"Something about yesterday," I pushed.

"I don't think so," she replied again to my disappointment.

"Why do I feel like you're lieing?" I asked her before taking a bite from the slice of pizza that I was holding.

"You're probably over thinking things," she replied and shrugged.

"What do you think I'm over thinking?" I pushed back at her.

"What you're thinking that I'm not telling you"

I rolled my eyes at her response, I still felt like she's lieing.

"You were acting wierd yesterday," I said finally.

"How?" She queried

"Like when you left your ice cream and said you were going to the bathroom and didn't come back early"

"I told you that I ran into an old friend"

"Liar," I snapped trying hard to look away from a girl two tables away who was stuffing her nostrils with chips.

"Okayy, you got me. I tried some match making stuff," she replied and picked a slice.

"I knew it," I said half shouting.

"It wasn't that bad, I saw that you we're enjoying his company and you laughed a lot around him"

"That was only because he laughs too much and I don't want to make him feel bad for not laughing too"