Confessions of a hopeless romantic

CHAPTER 4

I move through the still cleared halls, rushing to history class. The only sound audible is my shoes squeaking against the floor and at the moment I want to attempt going to class and practically beg Mrs.Williams for a second chance as I have a perfect idea for her to let me take the test.

Or at least it sounds perfect in my head.

It's still all mystifying how Anna dared to say all that s**t to my face but I can only blame her awfully stunted mind.

I am a few steps away from the class when the bell starts ringing, making me pause in my tracks. My heart begins to race knowing the odds of retaking the test is very little.

For heaven's sake, why does my life have to be so ridiculously complicated? Now I might have to attend summer school.

Sounds of footsteps marching out of various classes on the block snaps me out of my thoughts, I tilt up my head to see students already flooding the hallway earning glances from some of the faces.

Miss Olivia steps out of the class with a few books in one hand and her bag in the other, I quickly turn away, avoiding her eyes.

I join literature class after but I don't find the teacher in the class just a few students and a couple of them trailing behind me. My eyes meet Alyssa's, her lips parting amusingly before it closes. Weeks ago when I first joined Lincoln high, she was the only person I've ever talked to. Well she did most of the talking because I don't talk a lot, not because I'm shy but because I don't have much to say. We never talked after that, I even flashed her a smile once but she just rolled her eyes and walked away.

She giggles and points me out to the guy she is having a conversation with. I roll my eyes and walk my way into the class with a couple more classmates trailing behind me.

The pressure of everybody's gaze on me is literally unbearable, I desperately need the floor to open and swallow me up; I don't like an unnecessary attention.

I spot an empty seat behind two guys and make my way towards it but as I am walking over, Kevin, the guy to my left stretches out his leg causing me to fall to my knees, my curly hair strands falling all over my face, blurring my vision.

I love my long curly hair, even though it gets in my face all of the time. Sometimes I consider cutting it all off especially in situations like this, but dad would kill me if I do; He seems to love it more than I do, he likes to touch it, raking his fingers from ends to the roots like a comb.

Giggles and laughter echo across the classroom while I stay blankly at the floor, fuming. Using my hands as support to get up, I subconsciously tuck my hair behind my ears.

I have always had a bad temper, in normal circumstances, I'm likely to either yell or I end up running until the feeling subsides.Running calms me more when I am stressed or angry_ It makes me feel as free as a bird. I don't yell much because I don't like being a burden but sometimes I can't help it.

Aunt Vivian, dad's sister and also Anna's mom complains I am being a spoilt brat, she would always persuade dad to ground me, but he thankfully never does. Not that I ever leave the house but I'm afraid he might take my phone away.

I have been visiting the therapist for the past 2 years and he recommends I calm myself by inhaling and exhaling at least three times. Sometimes I do that but it doesn't always work. I guess it will be better if I don't get mad like right now, I am resisting the urge to throw a tantrum.

I can already sense what's going on, I don't need an explanation to understand this is about Alicia and her goddamn ego, she's probably gotten used to everybody kissing her ass. Can she not let things go? I guess not.

Screw her.

He gets up from his seat and steps next to me "watch where you're going or you might next time land in a dumpster" he releases a loud, ugly chuckle and nudges the boy beside him, earning a high five.

If there's anything I know about Kevin, is that he's a neverending attention seeker.

I try to brush him off and keep on walking

"Don't walk away, I am talking to you" he says in a not-so-friendly way, steps in front of me and grabs my wrists.

I've never liked being touched and this dude right here crossed a boundary. "Take your hands off me" I yell and use up all of my strength to push him, enough to make him stumble but not enough to throw him off balance_ I wish he did.

I glance at Kevin, his eyes are mixed with emotions. Surprise, anger, fear?…

The class goes quiet for a hot second. At this point, I don't give a f**k what everyone is thinking, I just want to scream… But I don't.

Completely ignoring the stares and giggles, I vigorously pull out chair and fall on it. He follows behind me, pushes the table aside and sits on it looking straight at me with his feet brushing against my calves.

Exhaling, I lift my head to look at his face, sets of raging blue eyes peer down at me. A weird look crosses his face, like he's trying to mask his anger with a nonchalant look but I can see right through him.

"You'd better get the f**k away from me"

He chuckles and tilts my chin up to look at him. "For such pretty lips, you spew too much trash out of them" He then grazes my lips with his thumb.

A shiver of disgust spirals through me, I try to push off his hands but his hold stiffens, his eyes glinting with anger.

There's a long pause.

My hands start to tremble and I press them together between my thighs. I have always been confident but seeing the mischief in his eyes makes me terrified.

After what feels like forever even though it's just a second or two, a large hand with bruises on it pulls Kevin's hand from my face with a vigorous force. "You heard the lady, get away from her."

I blink, after processing what is happening. My eyes shoot up to a tall boy, his eyes blazing with anger as he glares at Kevin. He is beautiful. That's the only word that comes to mind … Beautiful. I don't get to register the features of the unfamiliar gentleman except he wears glasses because I am still in shock.