Chapter 194 What Contracts?
"HELL NO! That bitch threw herself at me just so Charlie-" I start to rant, but he cuts me off.
"Charlie?" He stops me.
I take a deep breath. Of course he doesn't know about Charlie. We went to school together, but no one noticed Charlotte Turner because she kept her head down. Might as well tell him now so he doesn't get any ideas about stealing her away from me.
"Charlie Turner, she's brilliant, shy, sweet and fucking gorgeous; and I really like her. I've liked her all through high school, but my dad decided she wasn't good enough. Long story short, my dad can go fuck himself because she's here now, and I want her!"
Dave looks at me a little stunned but nods his head. "Good for you, man. I just saw Mel going to the cafeteria," he shrugs, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb.
"Thanks," I grunt and make an abrupt turn to the left.
It only takes me 5 minutes to get there, and everyone I pass has given me a wide berth. Yes, I'm pissed and no one could mistake it for anything else!
I push through the double doors, eyes zeroing in on their target. Not that anyone could miss Melissa! She loves being the center of attention.
There she is, sitting like a fucking princess, preening for all the other girls. She's got them all giggling and flushed about something.
"Yes, we're serious! Trent can't get enough of-" Melissa gushes.
Just what the fuck is she saying? Like HELL am I letting her tell lies about me to her friends. It's time to set the fucking records straight for anyone listening to this damn conversation.
"What the fuck are you saying about me?" I snarl, stomping into the middle of her crowd. "Because I will say this once, I dumped you 9 months ago for a reason Melissa. I have no intention of dating you again! You're a fucking liar and a bitch! You need to leave me the fuck alone before I get a restraining order!" I shout loud enough so the whole damn building can hear us.
The silence that follows is immediate. Student's love a good bit of gossip and drama... I'll make the show memorable.
Melissa pales as she looks around. All the eyes are on her, and I can hear the whispers being spread. I see smirks and hear snickers as they look between the two of us.
"Trent, baby, what are you-"
"I'm NOT your baby. I don't even like you! I had every intention of being with Charlie, and somehow that offended you?" I growl. "It's none of your damn business! I'm allowed to be fucking happy!"
"You can't have that piece of trash! We're a better match! And I don't know what you're talking about!" She whines.
"The hell you don't! I was waiting for Charlie to talk to Professor Lenard, and you accosted me, started kissing me, just because she was there! You made her ditch me! She thought I-"
"IT'S FOR THE BEST! YOU CAN'T HAVE THE SLUT ANYWAY! WHY WOULD YOU WANT HER? SHE'S A FUCKING NOBODY!"
"No, Melissa. She is not a nobody! She's the one I want, and you'd better get used to it!" I snarl.
"LIKE I SAID! You can't have her! It's part of the contracts!" she hisses.
I freeze. What the fuck is she talking about?
"What contracts?" I growl lowly. My whole fucking body is vibrating with rage. Why the hell am I only hearing about this right now, and does Charlie know about this 'contract'?
"Oops," she smirks. "Did I say that out loud? Well, I can't tell you. Just know you are not allowed to touch the bitch! So, you're stuck with me!" she giggles.
"The hell I am! What fucking contracts are you talking about!?" I demand.
Melissa shrugs her shoulder, looking like she's won. She hasn't. But she'd better start talking now or I'm going to be the one behind bars soon.
"Why don't you ask your daddy?" she giggles, putting on a fake smile for the crowd.
"I will," I state, pulling out my phone with a glare. "I'm going to get to the bottom of this but hear me now, Melissa. I will never touch you again. The next time you sexually harass me, I'm calling the cops," I growl, stepping away from the table and out into the quad.
The phone rings. Dad picks up on the second ring.
"Hello son. How is school?" He asks causally.
"Dad? What is this I hear about a contract on Charlotte Turner?" I growl.
Silence.
"Answer me!" I snarl.
"Son, I don't know what to tell you. I don't know where you got your information, but I don't know what the hell you are talking about!"
Only, I can hear the lie.
So there really was a contract. Only I've got no fucking clue what this is about!
Only that I'm not supposed to end up with Charlie.
I hang up, tired of all the fucking lies.
I send Charlie a text.
Me: Hey, Angel. I hope you are okay. I would really love to hear your voice, but I understand if you don't want to talk to me. I just talked to Melissa. If she ever pulls anything like this again, I'm calling the cops.
I send the text and wait.
After 10 minutes, I give up. She wanted time. I'll give her that. But I'll be seeing her tomorrow morning. And she'd better be ready, because I'm not letting her blow me off forever!