Crimson High (Completed)

Chapter Thirty Five

I am so sorry I haven't updated this book in such a long time and I know, it's my fault. I've been so busy.

School has been eating up all my time and strength. But then, I'm updating specially for you guys.

Thanks for the birthday wishes once again. They were priceless😖💕💕

Let's get to it!💖💖
Picture of Waje above.

~°WAJE°~

The day before...

I sit in my room, trying my best to concentrate on my notebook for the literature test. Principal Louis called me earlier this morning and informed me to come to school tomorrow for test. Luckily, I had been spared. This shouldn't have happened in the first place if not for Chantelle. I don't know what her deal is.

I hear a knock on the door and then, Nathan's figure appears in my room. I smile, standing up from the bed.

"I'm going to be resuming school tomorrow, and... I think I'll be going then. Isn't that great?" I ask happily, standing just before him and looking up at his face.

"Yeah... 'tis," he replies in a gloomy tone, not even looking at me. From the looks of it, something is wrong somewhere.

"What's wrong?" I ask, disturbed about how sad he looks right now. It's really unusual to see Nathan this way, especially in front of me. As far as I know, he masks all his pain when he's with me and so this is something really new. He shrugs reluctantly and smacks his lips in frustration before replying.

"Waje, have you been in touch with Jamal since the incident?" he asks, staring down at me now. Immediately, I get my eyes off him and sit on my bed, dipping it slightly. I face palm myself and I feel Nathan's hand softly placed on my shoulder.

"Are you okay?" he asks, lifting my head up gently with his fingers. I sigh, taking his hand off me.

"Um... I guess he's been busy these days. I've been calling and - "

"Jamal isn't picking your calls?" he interrupts immediately, raising his voice a bit. I see rage in his eyes because no matter how hard it was for Nathan to let me date Jamal, he still did. Since then, he has been so protective of our relationship and it's annoying. I mean... I'm the girlfriend, not him but then.

"I said he's probably busy!" I stare at him and he chuckles a bit, looking around with smiles on his face. I stare at him, knowing it isn't really true and he's gonna blow up once again.

"Waje, too busy for you? Hear yourself right now. Why do you even fancy long distance relationships? Are you being serious with me?" he asks, incredibly serious this time with creased brows and sharp breaths.

"Nathan, I am the one dating Jamal and I know just how to handle my - "

"Get out, kid!"

I shriek as my eyes meet Uncle Yure's as he rudely barges into my room. He looks drenched in alcohol, and a cigar in his hands. He staggers inside and Nathan and I stare at him, fear obvious in our eyes. Suddenly, I feel sweat run down my head and I can barely even stand for a second more. It's gonna happen, again. Like it always does.

"I said, get the fuck out!" he yells again, coming closer to Nathan this time. Nathan just stands there, hands balled into hard, strong fists.

"I am not going anywhere and Waje would definitely not be used as your sex toy!" Nathan states firmly, going closer to him. I shield myself  behind Nathan and he slowly grips my hand in his. I swear I'm going to die of fear.