His ( A Tom Riddle Love Story)

CHAPTER SEVEN

Chapter 7

Cindria's POV

The professor started walking around and looking at the student's paintings, nodding her head in approval at most, and when she stopped at the girl right beside me, I swear I thought I saw her roll her eyes before nodding in approval.

She looked at mine and her jaw literally fell. "I can't believe it! Someone can actually draw in this class!" she said excitedly while looking at my canvas in awe. "This is the best work I have seen in years."

I think she was praising me far too much.

She looked over at Caleb's and nodded her head in approval before slapping her hand on his shoulder to indicate that he did well but not what she wanted.

I picked up my medium sized canvas and began walking towards the door when I saw that class was over.

I turned the corridor and was heading down towards the Library, I had a free period with Tom next and I wanted to show him my picture.

More like show it off.

Suddenly I was shoved into a wall, and a group of girls wearing different uniforms from different houses were surrounding me, I only recognized the green-eyed girl.

My canvas was ripped out from my hands and was then snapped into two, and then thrown to the ground as if it were trash.

I could only stare at my canvas with a broken look on my face.

I looked around to see if this was really happening, was I really being ganged up on because Tom talked to me?

"You should know that we were all pinning for Tom from the beginning and that if one of us got him then the rest of us would back off. You came out of nowhere and ruined our plans," said one of the girls in anger.

"I-I- told you Tom and I are just f-friends," I tried, my eyes clouding with tears.

I worked so hard on that canvas.

It's only a canvas, it can be renewed, no need to get angry for no reason.

It's okay.

It's the jealousy making them act this way. They're heartbroken.

It's okay.

"Friends? Tom doesn't talk to people yet alone touches anybody! Listen here b----, if you know what's good for you, stop following Tom like some lost sick puppy and leave him alone!"

They're just angry.

"It's disgusting how you follow and depend on him everywhere."

You can forgive them.

"You even make him sit next to you so that nobody else can!"

How would you feel if Tom ignored you?

"Tom isn't yours so back off and go back to where you belong you stupid piece of trash."

It's okay when it's over you can cry and it'll all be over.

"Don't you see that Tom is on such a higher level than you?"

It's okay.

"Tom's a brilliant student, you can't just come out of nowhere and expect everybody to accept you!"

It's not okay, right?

I couldn't take it anymore, so I grabbed my ruined canvas and ran as fast as my legs could take me. Luckily they didn't follow me, but I could hear their mock laughter echoing down the hall.

I found my feet taking me to the library, and once I entered, I saw Tom sitting at a table with multiple books opened and a lot of parchment paper.

He was writing quickly, without having to look down at the paper and was scanning the books for information.

This didn't cease to amaze me, he was Tom after all.

I stopped in front of his table with my broken canvas in my hands. Sensing somebody there, Tom looked up and smiled when he saw that it was I.

I tried to return the smile, but I really couldn't so I made do by looking to my left.

"I was waiting for you, if you hadn't walked through those doors in another 5 minutes I would've gone and searched for you," Tom said while smiling. "Why don't you sit down? I could help you with your homework. That reminds, me how was your art class?"

For some reason, I didn't want to reply to him.

Was I really that dependent on Tom? I knew Tom was out of my league, but I didn't know he was out of my league in social class as well.

"S-stop ordering me around! I don't want to depend on you anymore. So just leave me alone," I cried with tears in my eyes. I willed for them to go back.

This hurt a lot, when you can't cry because it'll be too embarrassing, so you have to hold in all that pain and hurt inside while it torments you.

Tom looked up at me in surprise and didn't say anything.

This was the first time I talked rudely to Tom and I knew at that moment that it wasn't fair of me to do that.

Tom had his own choice if he wanted to talk to me or those other girls.

I was ashamed of myself for being so rude that I dropped my broken canvas and ran deeper into the library and rested the back of my head against the back of the shelf.

When I saw no one around, I cried.

I shoved my fists into my eyes and they immediately got soaked with my tear.

Thank you for reading.