Chapter 35 Take it off, Kinky
Uriel's POV
A loud expected gasp escaped my lips as the warm liquid spilled all over my white shirt.
My eyes widened in shock.
Everyone turned, looking between me and the girl whose eyes held no remorse, her grip tightened around the paper cup.
"Oops."
"Are you not going to apologize?" I eyed her in disgust, swiping my hand against my shirt to see if I could clean off the brown stains.
I was only worsening it.
I knew I shouldn't have worn white to school but all my other shirts were rumpled and mother said ironing of clothes increased the electricity bills.
Well, only when I ironed.
Hence, I was going to pay before ironing.
It was so annoying to hear. I just had to pick up this white instead and angrily left the house.
"I didn't see you there. You should've watched where you were going." She folded her arms, eyeing me up and down.
I scoffed, understanding sparking inside of me.
She was just trying to get a reaction from me.
My shoulders collided into hers - hard, as I walked past her. Before I'd make my way to my locker to check for anything I could use to handle my situation, a girl stood in front of me.
I raised my eyes at her, recognizing her seconds later.
It was the Queen of the wannabes.
The one whose puppet threw paper in my meal the previous day, at the cafeteria.
"Heard you went on a date with Chase." She said, chewing her gum in a very loud, irritating manner.
Date?
I wouldn't call that stuff a date.
"And you're meeting me to confirm that or tell you more things?" I folded my arms, narrowing my eyes at her.
Her eyes burned with rage as she stared at me. "You must think all this is a joke," she sneered. "But if you know what's good for you, you'll stay away from Chase and Ryder."
"Because..." I nodded, encouraging her to continue. She looked like she was going to combust.
"Because there were people on the line before you came. Don't say I didn't warn you, Ariel." She smirked as she called me a wrong name.
"Keep your warning for who cares, Rachel. " A satisfied smirk appeared on my lips when she groaned, walking away angrily.
Oh now you see how it feels?
Rolling my eyes, I continued walking to my locker. Suddenly, my body was thrown back by the weight of some clumsy girl crashing into me.
She dragged her nails down my shirt as she tried to steady herself. Seconds later the sound of buttons hitting the tiled ground echoed around the hallway, causing me to freeze.
"Oh my God!" She stood there, eyes wide as she stared at the damage she caused.
What was wrong with everybody?!
Guilt shimmered in her eyes, "I'm so so sorry. I - " her eyes darted to Rebecca and then she clamped her mouth shut and scurried away.
My hands shakily held my shirt together, covering up from the mocking stares and hungry media tycoons who were ever ready to put my shit out there.
Worse, I didn't wear anything inside apart from my bra, so if I mistakenly leave it, I'd be flashing the whole school.
God.
My eyes stung with tears. My legs were kinda stuck to the ground. Confusion clouded my head as I didn't know if to go home or go to the bathroom.
My friends weren't in school, I didn't know who to call for help
"This is hilarious!" Students pointed at me, laughing to each other.
Suddenly a dark looming figure shielded me from the spotlight. The familiar scent hit my nostrils, making my heart skip. My eyes shakily moved up to meet the dark green eyes.
"Put this on." He forced the hoodie down my head, waiting until I had worn it properly before turning back to the crowd.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" He sneered at all of them. They scurried away, carrying on their various activities.
Some still lingered around, pretending not to watch but I could see their eyes.
He laced his fingers with mine, pulling me away from the spot I was glued to for minutes; helping me find my footings again.
"Thank you, Ryder." I said once we got to a quiet spot. "I'll... I'll return this once I wash it."
He rolled his eyes, looking at me once more before walking away. He stopped, turned to look at me, his lips slightly parted. Then he shook his head and disappeared for real this time.
He didn't need to tell me.
I knew I was embarrassing out there.
I bit my quivering lips, making my way to the toilet when I saw Chase. I was too unlucky to run before he could see me because he began to yell my name, running after me.
"Uriel! Uriel! Uriel -"
"What do you want from me, Chase? I don't have anything to say to you right now." My voice came out slightly shaky as I was still emotional about everything that happened this morning.
I was only used to being Ryder's target. I'm not saying it was a good thing but compared to now where it seems as though it was one against hundreds of fan girls...
Being Ryder's target was way more preferable.
"You just left with Ryder. You came with me!" Chase frowned at me.
"And you were with me too." My voice was hard. "Yet what did you do?"
"What do you mean? I went to use the restroom." He argued.
"Which of them? The female restroom or the males. Or did you use some area where you wouldn't be spotted while you shoved your cock into another person's date!" I eyed him up and down in disgust
His eyes widened, his mouth hanging open. "You... I... I did not -"
"Don't insult me, Chase." that was all I said, walking away from him in annoyance.
It was his fault that I was going through all of this. I was sure Ryder's own was secondary because Emma was the one in charge of him.
It was surprising she hadn't come for me yet.
Could she be cooking something more terrible?
Or was she the mastermind behind these things.
I wouldn't put it past her.
The announcement for PE was made and begrudgingly, I made my way to the field, trying to convince my PE teacher that I wasn't feeling good.
She wasn't having it.
She even threatened to deduct marks if she looked for me in 10 minutes.
I was really counting down to leaving this school.
Leaving everyone.
I had gotten a mail for scholarship application but my CGPA was a fighting force in that matter. However, if I was able to ace my result this final academic session, i'd be able to hit it.
That was why I was taking extra curricular activities and classes.
The suspension really set me back, alongside prioritizing Emma's academic over mine.
But all those were in the past and I was going to do anything to leave all these behind.
Everything humanly possible.
"Uriel. Focus." The PE teacher yelled, pointing at me.
I was on the verge of falling to the ground, my eyes dizzy from running in circles.
Finally, the most dreaded minutes of my life came to an end and I retreated back to the changing room to freshen up and leave.
I liked to wash up after PE. I didn't like sweating so much.
With my towel firmly knotted around me, I made my way to the toilet, humming a song that had been in my head since PE practice.
As I stepped out of the shower, the weird stares didn't go unnoticed by me.
Believing it was about the incident that happened earlier, I ignored. However, when I opened my locker, time seemed to have stopped.
"W..where are my things?" My voice came out shaky and small. I opened my bag, pouring everything out.
It only had my phone and notebooks.
My dresses were nowhere to be found - both PE wear and my cloth or even Ryder's hoodie.
"Where are my belongings?!" I screamed, looking at their faces one by one. They whispered to themselves, giggling while they eyed me up and down.
Picking my phone, I ran into a changing room, locking myself in there. My back dragged down the wall until I was squatting with my knees pressed to my chest.
My shoulders shook softly, tears rolling down my cheeks. I covered my mouth with one hand, muffling my ugly cries.
"I hope you're learning, Bitch." Someone banged the door. A voice I couldn't decipher.
After a while, I made my decision.
By calling Ryder.
When he didn't pick, I texted him, hoping he'd come to my rescue this once... Again.
After 10 minutes of no response, I was almost giving up when I heard a knock on the door.
His cologne filled the air, intoxicating me.
"Ryder?" My voice came out a bit too happy.
"Open up." His voice was hoarse. When I opened the door, his eyes held this dark deadly glare.
"I'm sorry I -"
"Who and who are involved in taking my hoodie?" He asked.
"Honestly, I don't know." I told him, sighing weakly.
He looked at me for a while, not saying anything. But I could see that he didn't believe me.
Hushed voices from outside made me pull him inside the stall with me, locking the door.
"Ken..."
"Shhh!" I placed my hand on his lips, pressing my body against his. "You'll be in trouble for coming here if anyone sees you." I reminded him
It was all my fault.
I knew the rules but yet I called him.
But I had no choice too.
Hopefully that'll be a good defense for when we're caught.
I turned, pressing my back into him as I tried to peek through a hole if they had gone.
The stall was so small and Ryder was just too big, occupying most of the space. So I constantly shuffled, trying to get a good view.
Large hands grabbed waist firmly, groaning lowly. Slowly, I stood upright, unable to turn.
I was shy once it dawned on me what I had been doing for minutes.
"You have wild ways of passing your informations, Kinky." Ryder whispered in my ears, making my breath hitch.
I shook my head.
"I was just trying..."
"Trying to..." He repeated, his hot breath fanning my neck.
I swallowed hard.
He spun me around, his dark eyes boring into mine.
"Save us time then." He trailed his thumb on my cheek.
My eyes blinked repeatedly, confusion etched on my face.
"This." His hand clutched my towel, grabbing the side of my thigh alongside.
My heart raced so fast, heat crawling up my body from everything...
The closeness.
His words.
His intoxicating glares.
"Take it off, Kinky."