After finally begging her father to allow her to attend public school, Varena Claire didn't think he was talking about their rival school. Varena's father is the principal of Fallon High and the fact that the rival school, Cresent High, was succeedi...
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Mizpah: The deep emotional Bond between people, Especially those separated By death or distance.
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As I drove away from Hale's house with tears streaming down my face I couldn't stop replaying his words over and over.
They're not true right? I'm not what he said I am. I've never been said those things before or anything close to that. My heart hurt that he told me that and especially because he was my boyfriend.
Are we even still together? Is that what a breakup looks like? I was going paranoid with these thoughts swirling around my head. They attacked me like tsunami waves over and over. I couldn't drive anymore.
I wasn't going to risk my life and someone else's. So I decided to pull over at the nearest stop that just happened to be somewhere familiar. I shut my car off as I leaned back and allowed myself to pour out all that I could.
I felt broken and hurt.
My heart was shattered.
He didn't even try to call me back.
Grabbing my phone that I threw on the passenger seat, I dialed his number and pressed the phone to my ear. My eyes screwed tightly as I begged for him to answer but instead I was thrown into his voicemail. "Hale, please call me back...we need to talk," I spoke, crying not to sound like I was a crying mess right now.
I disappointingly sighed as threw back the phone and leaned my head back into the seat. What's wrong with me? I shouldn't have done this. I shouldn't have left.
The repeat of him throwing the lamp in my direction made me wince.
He didn't mean that right? He didn't aim for me, right?
"Verena?" Someone outside the car questioned followed by the knock of the glass. I dart my eyes to the window to see the faint forest green eyes. "Covan?" I shockingly asked. He gave me a short nod before directing his hand to tell me to wind down the window. I pressed the button to reveal him to me.
"Are you okay?" He asked, looking around the inside of my car before settling on my teary eyes. "Yeah, just peachy," I sarcastically say, bringing the end of my top to wipe my eyes and nose. "What happened?" He ignored. I sighed, knowing that I can never tell him or anyone. People at school would hate me if they knew I was together with someone from the enemy school.
"What happened, Varena? Are you hurt?" The thick and husky voice of Covan Harington asked. My heart clenched at the sound of how easily my name rolled off his lips. "I'm fine," I say, trying to sound more real this time.
I wasn't physically hurt but my heart seemed like it was shattered.
It had to be him. It just had to be. "You don't look fine," Covan pointed out. I let out a frustrated groan before attempting to wind up back the car window when he put his hand to stop it. "Idiot," I mumbled below my breath and looked at him again.
