Chapter 11
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Alistair hasn't talked to me for days. He doesn't look at me at school like he used to before, he avoids me, and even if we have to work together to complete a math worksheet, he does his part and goes on his phone. Things are normal, but I feel so empty and alone. I don't try to talk to him because of the fear of being ignored, but it does somewhat hurt me. What exactly happened? I don't know, but that's all I can think of ever since he came to my house. And he left his sweater. I carry it in my backpack everyday, but never return it to him. I have to when I get the chance.
Several things did happen though, not necessarily changes, but things to worry or wonder about. For a while, a group of uncanny girls have been going to Alistair's house. Through my bedroom window, I've seen the two blondes, one brunette, and one with dark hair. His driveway is filled with five cars on his driveway and along his lawn, and they all come at the same time. They leave after an hour or less, and it's oddly frustrating. What do these girls now have to do with the Black Cat pack? On top of this, the house feels different now that Kallen's coming home late from college and there's no one to boss me around. He comes at midnight at times, tells us he's been busy with work, and I rarely see him. Ruth tries her best to take me outside everyday and make me "go out more", but even I know she has her own busy life. It's definitely more lonely.
After I finish my unit test, I hand it to Ms. Ally and sit back. I can't help glancing at Alistair who has finished his test a long time ago. Honestly, was he pretending to be stupid that day we were given our first assignment together? I wait for him to catch me looking, turn his head and say something, but as usual, he's not fazed. Why am I waiting so much? He obviously doesn't want to have anything to do with me anymore. So why am I waiting?
English isn't any better either. Greg talks to me more and more now that Alistair doesn't give him death looks for doing it. It's a serious pain, and want to hide in a corner. We're halfway through Romeo and Juliet, and almost everyone in the class is annoyed by some of the scenes. Mr. Wright gives us the questions at the end and people move seats to work with their friends.
"I'd neither be Romeo or Juliet in this play," Nikita says, her elbow on the backrest of her chair. She makes conversation easy-going, and is like the ice-breaker in human form.
"Oh hon, you'd definitely be my Juliet," Greg croons, leaning over his desk towards Nikita. "I wouldn't mind if you and I got some of that, would you?" Nikita isn't big on boys, so she looks at Greg like he's a complete i***t.
"I would rather go on a date with Gollum than eat your pathetic ass," she snorts, turning around to answer one of the questions on her sheet. Greg rolls his eyes, covering up his humiliation of the diss. I wish I can be like Nikita, not so vulnerable and able to have things my way. She stands up for her rights, knows what she's doing, and will never let anyone mess with her.
"Greg, apart from trying to be glib, who would really be your Juliet?" Angelia asks, putting her chin on her palms. For these past days, I have noticed Angelina take a small interest in Greg. Although he's not the best person to have a crush on, it's interesting to look at how she doesn't necessarily commit, nor act too clingy. In fact, she probably will be okay if he even rejected her.
"Oh, it would definitely be Amy," he replied, winking at me. He has been beaten up before for talking to me, yet why is he taking these risks to put himself in danger? Does it have something to do with Alistair?
"Are you kidding?" Nikita almost laughs. "You probably don't even have a love life with the million girls you grind on. You have a no better life, so mind your own business and stop disturbing us." Nikita hates Greg, she really does. Anyone will if they know who he is in the school. He's the right-hand man of Leif's, and they've been buddies and players for life. Very untrustworthy.
"Oh, you're just jealous," Greg says. I completely freeze in surprise when he wraps an arm around me, a smirk forming on his face. "I'm sure one day, Amy and I will become great s*x partners. What'd you say?" I'm speechless and want to punch this fool until he get unconscious. But I don't move. How is someone tolerating this? Why am I too weak to even push him away in a classroom, let alone a stupid party?
"You're making her uncomfortable dumbass," Nikita says. Angelia gives me a worried look, but she doesn't know what to do herself. Greg doesn't listen to her and sighs dramatically.
"Whatever," he declares, and tightens his arm around me. "We're just...friends, right babe?" Even Leif doesn't come up to stop him like he usually does. I hate this.
"Can you take your arm off? Please?" I manage to say. Greg peeks behind him for a second, a sly smile spreading on his face as he removes his arm. I follow to where he looked at and expect to see Alistair watching. He's not as he gazes out the window, but his jaw is clenched tightly.
"Oh, babe. Gimme your number," Greg continues coyly. Trying to ignore him, I pick up my pencil and attempt answering my questions. "No one will come between us," he adds, and is satisfied when I look at him. "I swear."
"Greg," a low, dully soft voice says. We are all surprised at the voice, a voice that sounds strained yet calm. Joanna, for the first time in English, speaks. "The more you continue your s**t, the more trouble you'll be in. Remember." I'm gaping at her as her eyes fall on me, not necessarily with hatred or pity. They are dull and lifeless, tired for life. Blonde chunks of hair are combed on her forehead, and she still seems familiar. So familiar yet she's not the same now.
"Go back to reading, you w***e," Greg barks. Now I'm angry. Back when Joanna still used to be popular, she had every guy's attention and that included Greg. According to grade eleven rumors, they even spent a night together. With Greg referring to Joanna, a Joanna that is now quieter than a snail, as some mean term, it makes my ears bleed.
"You know, she might be right," Nikita agrees, giving him a stern look. "Keep this up, and don't say we didn't tell you when you come back with a broken body part."
Now this is weird. I don't like the way everyone takes things to the next level. I don't want anyone hurt.
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