CHAPTER 4
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Chapter 4
It was Friday. Honestly, Friday was my day of the week, except for Saturdays and Sundays. I yawned, wiping my sleepy eyes, and turned toward the bedside. I checked my phone for the time; it was still early, and I had more than enough time to prepare for school.
I was about to leave the bed when I heard a series of vibrations coming from my phone. I stared at it, somewhat surprised. What could make my phone vibrate so much? I didn't ever text many people, or anyone at all, really. Intrigued, I checked my phone to see I had been added to a group chat called
"The Chaos." I was almost confused until I saw Audrey's name, and then I recognized Lucy, Jax, and Luke. They had added me to their group chat.
I remembered Audrey talking about something like this on Wednesday, and it turned out they were completely serious about it. I chuckled.
A new message popped up.
Luke: "Welcome Eliza."
Jax: "Yay, you're officially a member of Chaos World." 🍾.
I laughed slightly. I typed fast. "But who the hell names their group chat 'The Chaos'?
"Lucy: "I did, is it perfect right?"
Audrey: "What are you guys doing, aren't you going to prepare for school?" 😂
Jax: "We are on it, mom."
Luca: "I'm actually ready, who's driving today?"
"Wait, you guys drive yourselves to school?" I wrote.
Lucy: "Yess, get ready fast Lizzy."
"But how would you know my house?" I questioned.
Audrey: "Jax, explain!" 😂
Jax: "I may or may not have seen you when you got home yesterday."
"Omg, did you stalk me?" I added. 😂
Jax: "No, no! It just so happened that I was going your way."
Luca: "I'll go with Liz. You might have stalked her, you p*****t. 😂
Audrey: "You better keep it in, Jax." 😂
Lucy: "Okay babes, I'm gonna drive. Lizzy, your house would be the last destination, and I'm about to start driving so y'all hurry."
I dropped my phone and went to the bathroom. My daily routine followed after.Today, I wore an outfit that matched today's vibe—a shirt in a brown sweater and a short, black pleated skirt a bit above my knees. Today wasn't so hot, so my outfit was perfect.I hurried to the kitchen and made a breakfast sandwich.
After eating, I threw three chocolate bars in my bag and headed out when I heard the horn of a car. So fast?
I locked the door to my apartment and walked over to the black Porsche 911 GT3 parked in front of my building. I had to admit, it was a sweet-looking car.
"Hey, Liz!" Luca called from inside. He opened his door, and I slid into the back seat to join them.
"Hi guys," I said.
"You look good in such simple clothes," Jax complimented, his voice playful.
"I know Jax is a jerk, but he's right," Audrey added. She was sitting to my left, with Luca to my right. Jax was in the front passenger seat, and Lucy was driving.
"What a nice car you've got, Lucy," I remarked and she smiled.
"She’s my baby," Lucy said proudly. "Hope you didn't forget about today's party," she added with a smile.
I did remember, since Lucy kept reminding me yesterday. I had cleared my night shift for today so I was free, but I didn't know what I would do or enjoy from a party."Yeah, I didn't forget. You bugged the hell out of me about it, remember?" I laughed, and everyone laughed along.
"For a nerd, you've got quite the mouth," Luca chuckled.We arrived at school, and Lucy parked her car while we all got out.
"I have Spanish class this morning"I said as we walked to our lockers.
"None of us except you have that this morning," Jax said.
"I have Art, me and Lucy," Audrey said, and I nodded.
"We'll see each other at lunch or next class," Luca said, and we headed off to our respective lockers.
On my way to Spanish class, someone bumped into me. The next thing I knew, hot coffee spilled all over me. It was so scalding that it burned against my skin, even through my sweater and shirt. I looked up at the person who had bumped into me and scoffed when I saw who it was: Clara and her so-called boyfriend. Actually, the coffee cup was in Easton's hand, while Clara clung to his other hand.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I said with annoyance as I glanced down at my ruined clothes. The dark coffee stained my light brown sweater and the white shirt I wore underneath."You deserved that, b***h," Clara laughed.
Easton, however, looked taken aback. They were no match for me, so there was really nothing I could do in this situation. I was about to leave when Easton turned to Clara and asked, "What did you do that for?"
I rolled my eyes and left them, bumping my shoulder hard against Easton's as I passed. It hurt me more, but I was way too angry to care. I hurried to the restroom to fix up my shirt a bit.
I couldn't wear the wet white shirt or keep the wet sweater on; it would definitely start to itch later. But what else could I do? I didn't have any spare shirts with me. I took off my sweater, grabbed some tissues from the corner dispenser, and tried to scrub the stain off my shirt. Looking in the mirror, I grimaced—it looked terrible."Nice way to ruin my day, jerks," I grunted.
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Easton's POV
Clara clung tightly to my hand as we walked down the hallway. Her clinginess was becoming a bit much lately. I didn't find it amusing at all; it was just plain annoying. However, I had to play along. The last time I had about it, she cried and yelled at me uncontrollably. Then, when I got home, I was met by her parents and my parents sitting together in the dining room.
Honestly, I never liked Clara. Even as much as I tried to, I couldn't force myself to feel anything. Our parents are business partners; Clara's parents are more persistent because they aren't even on the same financial level as my dad, so they try to push their daughter onto me. I never complained, though. Clara was beautiful, but she had a terrible attitude. Our relationship wasn't much of one. Yes, we go out on dates, but we text rarely. I couldn't ask for more from it, and I didn't want to be asked for more either.
"Hey babe, I heard your dad officially opened that new restaurant," Clara said as she rested her head on my arm while we walked.
"Yeah, what about it?" I asked, not even bothering to look at her."I want you to take me there. I also heard it has a hotel attached to it, so we might as well try it out too." She smiled, and I smirked, turning to her.
"Hmm." I took a sip of my hot coffee. "When do you wanna go?" I asked, playing along completely. Me and Clara, we know the only thing that keeps us in check is s*x, and I can't deny she was quite good with it. As I was saying, I've had s*x with a couple of girls before Clara, and she's the best so far. And it's been like a week since we last did it.
"Well, Sean's party is tonight, so we should go tomorrow," Clara added, but she was interrupted when Clara unexpectedly tripped. My coffee flew over to the person I bumped into when I tried to regain my balance.
Why would she trip me, though, could only trip me on purpose since she clung all this time. I checked my body to see if I was stained, and no, I wasn't.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" the person I bumped into spat, and I recognized that voice. I looked down to see the new girl. She looked up at me, stagnation and anger in her eyes. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of brown and gold; I was lost in them. Clara said something and laughed, and I turned to her, only confirming that she tripped me on purpose. The new girl looked at me, and the hatred in her eyes was evidence.
I sighed and turned back to Clara."What did you do that for?" I asked Clara, annoyed.
"I tripped, duh," Clara said, trying to hide her mischievous grin.
"You tripped on purpose." I ran my hands through my hair, checking my shirt again. If it had been stained, she wouldn't have liked my reaction.
"I'm sorry," Clara pouted, reaching out to hold my hands. I stepped back, avoiding her touch, and handed the empty coffee cup to her.
"Go to class," I muttered, flipping her off."But walk me to class! Where are you even going?"
"I have Spanish class, and yours is English. Go now, I'm really not in the mood to walk you anymore." With that, I turned around and left her standing there.I headed toward my classroom, but in the back of my mind, I felt strangely unsettled. Why did I care so much . The girl might have a huge stain on her clothes but why do I care? She could easily have a spare shirt or something.
Then again, what if she doesn't? I rolled my eyes, forcing the thoughts away. I'm supposed to be the bad boy, so why am I going out of my way to find a shirt for this girl?I headed over to the council house. I was actually one of the council members. Since my dad basically owns the school, I ended up as the leader—not that I ever wanted to be. I hated feeling entitled, especially when it came to school matters.
Once inside, I went straight to my room. Each council member had their own private room in the building, in addition to a massive hall reserved for our official meetings.
I walked over to my closet and pulled out a white shirt—the smallest one I had—along with a sweater. It was a high-end designer brand and pretty expensive, but that wasn't my problem. I could do whatever I want and give the poor girl good clothes. She probably never wore something this expensive before.
I got back and walked to the ladies' restroom. She would be there, I thought. I was right, as I heard something from the door inside a closed door.
"Why does that jerk have to be extra annoying?" The voice was filled with distress, and I smirked. I don't know why I found its amusing. She probably doesn't know what I'm capable of.
I knocked once, and her voice sounded, "Occupied!"
I slightly chuckled and opened the door. She was in front of the mirror with a tissue in her hands.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she yelled.
"Shut up, do you like shouting a lot?" I rolled my eyes and handed the clothes to her.
"What is this?" she asked, raising a brow.
"Clothes, obviously," I stated with sarcasm, i bit back the urge to say 'clothes that you can't afford'.
She stared at it for quite a while before grabbing it from me."I will return it tomorrow," she muttered.
"You don't have to, it will even add life and sense of fashion to your wardrobe," I replied and left.
I know it's rude , but what do you expect? I'm an arrogant jerk who is annoying. I just felt the need to be like that today, because it's so not me to offer my clothes after spilling a drink on someone.
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