Celeste's childhood wasn't something she loved talking about. It was filled with nothing but painful memories. Whether they were the ones from when her father, along with her brothers, left, or the ones from her mother's death and her stepfather's a...
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Students had begun to scatter all over the cafeteria, their chatters filling each and every corner of it and overpowering the disturbing sound that had been ringing in my ears over the past few minutes. My chin tiredly rested upon my open palm, my eyes fixed on the untouched food resting on the table right before my eyes.
"You should eat something, Cel," spoke Lorenzo, his gaze piercing into the side of my head. A sigh left my lips as I continued to spear the food, not having any appetite to eat.
"It's Celeste," I murmured out, acting unaware of the way his lips parted and his eyes widened. The few moments of silence between both of us were disrupted when Lorenzo let out a scoff and shook his head.
"Doesn't fuckin' matter," he muttered out, his leg repeatedly bouncing up and down beneath the table, and his eyes cautiously wandering all over the crowded cafeteria.
"Why did you drag me over? I could've sat with my friends," I told Lorenzo, even though I had no intention of doing such a thing — I didn't make any friends to begin with.
"You made friends?" Asked Lorenzo, a glint of amusement and satisfaction flashing throughout his eyes, and his lips twitching upwards in a faint — almost–invisible — smile.
"I talked to some people," I spoke and shrugged at the same time. "They weren't rude."
I decided to leave Jane's part out, and — luckily — Lorenzo didn't inquire further, perhaps sensing that I wouldn't want to talk about the new friends I made.
"You?" I questioned.
Lorenzo's head shot up at my question, his surprised gaze meeting mine. The shock written across his face indicated that he hadn't expected me to ask him any questions.
I wouldn't lie; the coldness he'd been treating me with ever since he was released from the juvie did hurt. But not in the slightest bits was I planning to let him know that. I wanted to believe that he had his reasons; that it'd only be a matter of days before we both would manage to fix our bond again.
"Nah," spoke Lorenzo, shaking his head. "Nah. I didn't make any. Not like I care."
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