Chapter 11 - Josette
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The sound of the ringing bell snapped me out of my thoughts. What was I thinking? It was stupid, really. I mentally shook my head, chiding myself for obsessing over him too much. He probably barely remembered me, yet here I was, daydreaming about him in broad daylight.
I glanced around, realizing I'd lost track of time. The hallway was empty, and I was late for class. I quickly grabbed my books and sprinted to class.
I burst through the door, five minutes late. Mrs. Martins looked up, her expression stern. "You're late," she said. "Tardiness is not permitted in my class, Miss Wynters."
I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I made my way to my seat, feeling embarrassed and annoyed.
It wasn't fair. Evander, the reason I was late in the first place, never got in trouble. But the moment I slipped up, I got scolded.
I flashed Evander a glare on the way to my seat. This was all his fault. I sat with a puff.
What a day! And it was barely 9:00am.
I groaned inwardly, bracing myself for the long day ahead.
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Ugh, I dragged myself from class to class until lunchtime. I was exhausted, emotionally drained from the morning's drama. All I wanted was a break.
As I left my last class before lunch, I felt relieved. I headed to the bathroom to freshen up before meeting my friends. But as I stood in front of the sink, I sensed someone behind me. I turned to see Evander leaning against the closed door, his eyes fixed on me.
My heart skipped a beat. "What are you doing here?" I whisper-yelled. "This is the girls' bathroom. What if someone sees you?"
He stepped closer, his eyes. "You're mad at me, and I want to know why." He stated matter-of-factly.
"You really don't know, do you?" I asked, my voice rising in anger. I couldn't believe this guy. How dare he barge in here and demand answers when he was clearly in the wrong? I shook my head at his audacity. Stepping closer, I lifted my finger and stabbed it into his chest.
"You want to know why I'm mad? Well, forgive me for not jumping for joy that you completely ignored me after that kiss we shared."
He ran a hand through his hair, his face facing downwards. "I... can't." He said, his voice laced with anguish.
I nodded, blinking away the tears that stung my eyes. His reluctance hurt. As I turned to leave, he wrapped a hand around my arm and pulled me flush against him. In a moment of weakness, I let him hold me.
He rested his head against mine, our faces inches apart, our breaths mingling. "You don't understand, Josette." He whispered, his voice cracking with pain.
"Then make me." I begged, my voice trembling. I wanted to understand his reasons for causing me so much pain.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine. I sensed his intention to kiss me, but I knew that it would only lead to more heartache tomorrow.
I shook my head and stepped out of his arms. I could see the hurt in his eyes at my actions, but I refused to give in.
I gave him another chance, waiting for an answer. "It's...complicated," he said finally.
I nodded, biting my lips to hold back my tears, and turned to leave. This time, I turned to leave, and he didn't stop me.
As I walked away, the sound of shattering glass and his angry roar echoed behind me. "FUCK." He bellowed.
I flinched but just kept walking, my heart racing. I reached the door, pulled it open, and stepped into the crowded hallway.
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