Lust and Wrath

Chapter 15

I've been texting Nico all morning, not about the situation yesterday of course, but just friendly chatting. Even though some fucked up shit happened yesterday, I feel much more happier today. Like my mum always tells me, look towards the more positive sides of life. Speaking of mum, as I was eating my cereal, she came into the room moments later, wanting to tell me something.

"Still eating, dear?" She said, not impatiently, but relievedly.

"Yeah, why?" I asked, mouth full of Cheerios.

"I have a surprise for you," she said a little nervously. What kind of surprise? My birthday isn't near yet.

She wanted me to guess, but I just gestured for her to tell me.

"Your father is coming to town this weekend," she said, a little nervously.

... What?

"What," I said, Cheerios and milk falling out of my mouth like a river.

Is she kidding me? Is she really serious?

"Yes, he's coming this weekend. Honey, please, just try to-"

"No, what is wrong with you mum? Don't you remember what happened in France?" I asked. I can't remember at all what happened in France, but she got me all caught up once we arrived in America. It's not something I was happy about, either, so fuck him to hell along with Scott.

"Yes, I do remember," she hesitates a little on saying that, awkwardly enough, "But.. Oh my God, what have I been doing... I can't," she says intervally, beginning to cry. Oh great.

"I can't... I can't do this anymore..." She finished, covering her face, and slowly walking out the door to her car, waiting to take me to school. What was that all about? I shake my head, not wanting to have anything else more to do with it, I'm already mad, again now. I finish eating my cereal, and head outside to the car, where my mum awaits me.

I get in the passenger seat, getting a good look at her. She's facing the front, with a depressed look on her face, tears coming down which are ruining her natural makeup. "Mum," I say, wanting to try to cheer her up. I don't approve of my Dad coming to America at all, how does he even receive a passport to come to America all of a sudden? All of these confusing thoughts rush through my head, making my life a lot worse, but it's already bad enough to see her cry.

"It's okay," she says, patting the wheel gently. She says nothing more, and starts to pull out of the driveway, heading towards school. A few minutes of silence after being on the road, she finally says something.

"I'm sorry."

...

I kissed my mum on the cheek, and she said goodbye to me, not a cheerful mood this time though, but it was still the same as before. I got out of the car, and walked towards the inside of school. I'm not as angry as I was back at home now, but just a little stressed out. These sudden news, and the weekend only being 3 days away isn't really healthy for me to hear. I walk inside the school, and the first thing I do, is head towards my locker.

Not many people are inside the school, as usual. I decide to go and sort all my stuff inside, and then I'll maybe stop to eat breakfast at the cafeteria or something. Just as I'm about to finish, I hear footsteps in the hallway in my proximity. I'm not initially cautious at first, but once they get closer to me, I get a little more worried. Is it a teacher, a friend, or someone?

Before I know it, somebody taps on my shoulder, kicking me out of my thoughts, and I turn around and jump in surprise.

It's fucking Scott.

I'm a bit confused at first, but then it goes away. Just seeing him.. Just seeing him upfront now disgusts me. He may not realize it, but unlike the first day, today; the tables are turned over. Now, it's my time to strike.

"What the hell, Scott?"

He's backing away from me now. Half of me expected him to come up and hit me on the face, but for some reason he didn't do that. Whatever.

"You're a real ass, you know," I continue. People are coming out of the hallways. Good. They can all come and see what an asshole he is, and what he's done to me.

"Yes, you took something away from me that I can't ever fucking get back, and to be honest, I could care less about the situation. I would've ratted you out before, but I didn't. You know why? Because I'm not completely cold-hearted, and I saw that there was some good in you, and that you weren't just some random sex-craved homosexual. I thought you weren't completely bad, but no, after what you've done, after I tried to fucking help you, you go and pin your stupid cronies on me for messing with you. You're fucking insane, and you have some serious problems. I don't give a crap about any of your problems anymore, you can just go back to being some weirdo without any friends."

I stomp past him, bumping into his shoulders, making sure he definitely sees the difference in this situation now. As soon as I'm at the corner of the hallway, he finally speaks, "What are you talking about, I didn't do anything to you!"

He's lying. He's lying, isn't he? Who else would do that to me? I can't even believe what I'm hearing right now. The fact that he's just lying to me, just, angers me even more than before.

"Go to hell, Scott," I said. And this time, I meant it. I'm done with him, the least I'd expect him to do was apologize for what he did, but no, he's just trying to say he didn't do it, when all the reasons and facts are displayed right in my face. I was halfway close to telling everybody about what he did, so he could get kicked out of this school, maybe sent far away and labeled as a sex offender, but, I didn't. I'll try to be indistinct.

"Consider it one last act of kindness that I"m not going to rat you out for what you did before, you scum."

And with that being said, I walked down the hallway. Him and everyone else were silent as I stepped out of the view. The bell then rings, and people come storming down the hallway as if nothing happened, going to their classes. All of this commotion somehow gave me the time to think. What if he wasn't lying to me?

What if he actually did need help? I won't lie that I was trying to reach out to him solely based on my interest in the matter, but when he pushed me away like that, I thought he didn't need any help. What if he really did need help? Saying those words back there, I only truly meant like, half of them. Saying all of them together, however, made my heart break.

It's as if I was saying something that I never wanted to say. It's as if me and him were meant to be together, and I just ended that whole future relationship we had right then and there. Thinking about the topic too much, caused me to kneel down to the floor in pain. A headache out of nowhere crawled into my skull, and it was throbbing.

I don't know what's going on, but just thinking about Scott and I, it just hurts to think about it. It's as if, there's something deeper to this whole matter that I don't know about, and my mind is struggling to remember.

Before I know it, I'm passed out in the middle of the floor, with the footsteps stopping, and the hall going silent once again.