Chapter 3
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Amara's POV
I open the door as the teacher is at the front of the room already talking to the class. I guess I am interrupting.
"Ahh, Miss Parker, I presume. Come in. I was just introducing you to the class." The teacher, Mrs. Beales, ushered me in and had me stand in the front of the class.
I hate attention and this was probably the worst feeling to have on the first day of school, especially for the first class of the day.
I stand at the front looking down, feeling extremely shy.
"Dude, isn't that your girl?" I hear a boy whisper shout to another in the back row. He must have been hitting his arm with the smacks you could hear.
"Shut the f**k up Jonathan," the other replies back. He was not trying to be quiet at all.
"Language, Mr. Dexter," Mrs. Beales scolded him.
I look up to see who these boys are that they are already talking about me. And that was when my eyes landed on him.
Rafael Dexter
I feel the blood rushing from my face as I stare at him. I knew he was going to be at this school as we lived in the same district but I did not think he was going to be in the same class as me.
He is just glaring daggers back at me.
"Why don't you tell us a bit about yourself?" Mrs. Beales said to jolt me from this weird trance I was in. She did not seem phased by anything going on.
"Umm-" I begin shakingly. I had to look away from Rafael to get some thoughts back in my head. "I am from here and my family just moved back." I suck at introductions. What am I suppose to say? I like ponies? That's a lie but its not like I have anything interesting to tell about myself.
"Very well," Mrs. Beales said with a dismissing hand. She must sense I wasn't going to give much else. "Just go sit in that empty seat over there."
She pointed at an empty desk in the first row by the window. Luckily, it is not close to Rafael.
Mrs. Beales goes on about class and assigned us homework. The whole time, I could feel daggers being shot at me. But I never dared to look back at him.
I was confused as to why he was in this class. Last time I saw him, he was struggling in school. I had to tutor him in some subjects to help him get by. I guess a lot has changed since I have been gone.
I know it was so sudden that I left but I thought he would be ecstatic to see me again. We never said a word for the past 3 years, so I never knew how he felt.
But I remember my mom's words. She told me to never talk to Rafael again. Wouldn't give much of an explanation. I wonder if it was to do with why we left. But my parents did not know enough to tell me what happened. They just say it was his fault.
Maybe for now, I need to stay away from him.
We go through more classes and he is still in everyone of them with his friends. I just cannot escape him. I don't approach him and he doesn't approach me. But I can feel the hateful glare that is pointed at my direction.
Soon it is lunch. The time I hate most in school. I never know where to go or what to do. I don't have any friends to spend it with and we are all expected to go to the cafeteria.
I headed to the cafeteria to get in the food line. I only grab a drink. I have absolutely no appetite right now and none of the food looks appealing anyway. Luckily, mom isn't hear to judge me on my meal choices.
I head to the back corner that looks to be the most secluded.
"What are you doing here?" I look up to see a pissed off Rafael. He has his arms folded in front of him.
"I-I'm sorry. I can move." I stuttered out as I go to grab my drink, but he has other ideas and he reached it before I can. He held it up from me.
"I asked, what are you doing here?" He said once more.
"I'm going to school just like you are," I said. He was making me nervous.
"So you get to move back here and show up as if nothing happened?" He asked me.
"I don't understand what you are talking about." I tell him.
"No?" He says venemously. "You think that you make hell for my life and then not take any blame?"
As he spoke, I feel my heart rate pick up.
"I just think that it is only fair that you mess with me, that I mess with you right back." He said with a smirk. He was looking a bit sinister. "I will repay you back for it all."
"I don't understand," I tell him nervously.
"You will soon enough," He shot back before he dumped my drink on my head.
I sat there in shock. Cold from the ice cubes I put in there.
Then I hear it. I hear laughter. Not coming from Rafael. Coming from behind him.
I looked past him and saw a group staring at us. Like everyone in the cafeteria. They were pointing and laughing at me. I felt so embarrassed.
I grabbed my bag and booked it out of there. I head to the closest bathroom and slammed to stall door shut.
Once I knew it was secured, I let the tears fall freely.
Why was he so mean to me? What could he possibly be blaming me for? I would never hurt him. He was my best friend.
I feel myself start to spiral and I knew I could not be doing that here. I would never leave the bathroom at that rate.
I start to do some breathing techniques my therapist taught me while my hand held onto my necklace.
Once I felt myself calm down, I tuck my necklace back into my shirt and left the stall. I go to the sink to clean off some of the drink as best I can. I will definitely be smelling like it for the rest of the day.
This day could not get any worse.
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