Worth it

"Mistress?" He chuckled, shaking his head "We're just friends Cecilia" I laughed, it sounded void and I wasn't used to this. "I saw you in the corridor, shoving your throat down each other's throats!" He blinked, "Cat got your tongue, White?" My temper was boiling and nothing could stop me, my ice cream left to melt. "I've been watching your behaviour all month Trace." "Woah wait" I tapped my finger on the table, he knew when to stop. "And you've always excused yourself out of our dates. Which only happens once a week because of your busy schedule" I felt a smile plastered on my face. "You're always on your phone. I hear the guys talking about how great the party was each Friday. Saying what a great dancer I was." I sucked in another breath "But you know what? I never go to parties, you know that. The guys are coming up patting my back saying how I've finally changed my ways of being a prude and having fun" I did air quotes around the word prude. "The only person who matches my stature and size is Verlia Sanchez, and all those praises came my way about two weeks after she transferred in! Anyone can put two and two together, Trace" He reached out for my hand and I snatched it back, hissing at him "Rachel sees you at every party you attended, grinded up with Verlia with space too little for comfort." My phone was in front of him, playing a five minute video of him and Verlia stuck to each other like someone accidentally poured a truck of superglue on them. His face was draining of colour and I was in a flying rage and nothing could stop my freight train. "You didn't see me today either, did you? How does her spit taste?" I held up my hand, "I don't even want to know. You've never even cared, have you? I'm done."