Chapter 63 I THOUGHT I HAD SOMEONE
~ Elara ~
"Projects on the tray, anything turned in late is an automatic zero." Mr. Silas grumbles as he marks off attendance.
He wasn't exactly in the best mood today, neither was I.
I'd gotten nearly no sleep last night. My head kept filling with thoughts of Calvin last night, the kiss, his touch, the little distance between us.
I was meant to forget about it all. I didn't understand it'd be so hard to keep my mind off of it.
Whatever it was that I felt last night, it was different. I'm not sure what I was feeling really.
Sighing I look down at my sad excuse of a project as I get up from my seat.
Even though I only had one question done on there it was better than nothing.
I reach out my hand to place the paper in the tray until Leslie shoulders me, pushing hard ahead of me.
She looks me up and down with a nasty look before walking back to her seat.
What was her problem?
Thankfully Calvin hadn't been in class yet.
He usually came in late, by late I mean coming in when there's only 25 minutes of class left.
I knew he'd arrived in class by Mr. Silas's disappointed look towards the door, and a giggle from Leslie.
My hands were itching to just grab my backpack and run away from this school, but i keep my cool and just look down at my desk.
"I'm handing out an assignment that I expect to be done before the class ends as an exit ticket." Mr. Silas grumbles after glaring at Calvin’s late entrance once again.
I could feel his dark eyes on me but i ignore it, knowing I would probably regret it if I looked up at him. He takes the papers, slightly brushing past my fingers.
The action only causes shivers to run down my arms and any rational thoughts in my head to melt away.
I'm not sure how he did it, but whatever happened last night, I wanted more of it. I couldn't exactly explain why, or what I was thinking, but I couldn't get him out of my head.
Which was a problem that needed to be taken care of quickly before it got out of hand.
When I turn back towards my desk I try calming my heart as I hold tightly onto the pencil in my hand.
How was I going to get through school?
Lunch was my favorite part of the day.
I had my own spot in the corner where no one else sat. It was a good distance away from the table Wayne sat at, and I'd usually never run into Calvin.
I hadn't even bothered trying to sit with anyone else, everyone at the school gave me a dirty look anytime I came anywhere near them.
Social status here was more important than anything, and apparently if any of the wealthy students were seen talking to some nobody like me, they were instantly a joke.
It's one of the reasons why I tried staying away from Wayne here. He was friends with cheerleaders and other football players, I knew better than to want to associate with them.
I knew they all hated me, it's not like any of them hid it.
Sighing I sit down at the table, pushed into the back corner, with my lunch. My hands reach to the AirPods Wayne had gifted to me in my ears.
It was my new routine. The AirPods helped me ignore whatever was going on around me, it brought me peace.
Somehow the music in my ears sounded like it'd been drowned out when I catch someone sit next to me through my peripheral vision.
I turn my head towards the person, trying not to choke on my food when the person turns out to be Calvin.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, my eyes wide as I look around the cafeteria. All the students looked at the table, confused.
I was almost as confused as them.
"Eating." He says, looking over at me for the slightest bit before going back to his sandwich. I only watch as he eats like he hadn't just shocked the entire school.
I purse my lips together, looking away from all the judgmental stares as I take out the AirPods in my ears.
"People are looking, I don't think you should sit here." I mutter, wanting to shrivel up into a ball.
"Since when did your opinion matter to me?" He says, looking over at me with no sort of emotion covering his face.
I look at him with my lips parted in shock and my eyebrows furrowed.
"II'm sorry what?" I say, avoiding looking anywhere near his lips.
Did he not care that people would talk bad about him for sitting with me? Everyone was staring, but his eyes were still on me.
My brain was confused.
" You heard me Lara ." He utters as he looks at me.
It's silent for a moment before I move my head away from him and face towards my lunch. I felt my face fill with heat, oddly liking the new nickname he'd given me.
"Can't you sit somewhere else?" I whisper under my breath, playing with my fingers on my lap.
"How did you afford that?" Calvin suddenly points out, his eyes on my AirPods that sat on top of the table.
I clear my throat, shrugging my shoulders.
" Wayne gave them to me as a gift." I say, a small smile reaching my lips when remembering our hang out.
I liked hanging out with Wayne , he always found a way to make me feel comfortable.
" How kind of him." Calvin says lowly. I turn towards him, watching as his jaw clenches before biting into an apple.
He had a different look in his eyes now. I'm not exactly sure what it was, but it was definitely not joy.
I watch him curiously. I was shocked he hadn't brought up the kiss, or anything about that night.
"Is there a reason why you're here?" I blurt out, wanting to leave desperately when I catch sight of Wayne walking towards the area of the table.
Calvin furrows his eyebrows as he looks over at my nervous figure before following his eyes towards where I had been looking at.
Towards Wayne who had locked eyes with me before moving his gaze towards Calvin who sat next to me.
"Let's make a bet." He suddenly says, looking over at me as Wayne gets closer to the table.
I look over at Calvin, confused at the
sudden suggestion.
" What?" I ask, dumbfounded.
" You give me anything I want if Wayne comes here acting jealous." Calvin says, watching me carefully.
" W. what do I get?" I ask, feeling my heart rate speed up at the way he was looking at me, the same way he looked at me last night before kissing me.
" Whatever you want from me, Lara." He says, a small smirk making its way onto his face.
" Promise?" I ask, hesitant on if he'd actually go through with it.
"I don't break a promise, angel." Calvin utters, his eyes flickering down to my lips before moving back up to my eyes.
Why did I feel like my body was on fire? Why was he looking at me like that?
" Elara." Wayne’s voice suddenly reaches my ears and I snap my gaze away from Calvin as I look up.
" w Wayne , yeah?" I say, clearing my throat as I move a little farther away from Calvin who had just gone back to eating his food.
"Do you two usually eat lunch together?" Wayne asks, looking between us curiously.
Did this count as jealousy? Did I lose?
"No, he's just...here for some reason." I stumble out, biting my lip nervously as I avoid any eye contact with Calvin .
Wayne furrows his eyebrows at Calvin, an annoyed look covering his face as he stands there with his hands in his pockets.
It seemed like the entire cafeteria had their eyes on us now.
Calvin suddenly gets up, pulling his backpack over his shoulder easily. He stands up to Wayne's slightly shorter height, his eyes darker now as he looks down at Wayne.
I sit there confused when Calvin suddenly mumbles something into Wayne’s ear, causing his jaw to clench in anger.
Before I know it Wayne has Calvin’s collar balled up into his fist and there was a crowd of students surrounding them.
Calvin didn't look phased at all, he only held a smirk on his face as Wayne stood there fuming with anger.
" Is this a fucking game to you?!" Wayne spits, his eyes dark as he looked at Calvin.
There were multiple cameras out now filming whatever was going on.
All I knew was that I didn't want anything to do with this anymore.
So, I slowly stand up from my seat with my backpack and start walking away.
That is until someone grabs my backpack and drags me backwards into a hard chest. I gasp at the action, my eyes wide when I realize Calvin had dragged me here in front of all these people.
"Belle, would you like to tell your little boyfriend about last night?" Calvin says deeply, his eyes filled with amusement as he looks down at me.
I freeze in my spot, looking at Wayne who only watches me with a confused look on his face.
The sound of the students around me only get louder as they whisper to each other, and I watch as Wayne only grows more impatient.
"L..let me go." I whisper, trying to choke back tears as I attempt to get out of Calvin’s hold on my backpack.
His jaw clenches before he lets go of me, shoving me towards Wayne . I stumble in my step, freezing right in front of Wayne as I look up at him.
Wayne watches me, his head tilted in confusion until the words leave Calvin’s mouth with no hesitation.
" She's just a whore like every other bitch."
He scowls, and I feel the pain in my throat from trying to hold back tears suddenly give in as they fall down my face.
The sound of everyone around me suddenly dies out as Wayne looks at me with realization and sadness filling his eyes.
No, I can't do this anymore
I feel my fists ball up at my sides, my tears wet on my face as I turn around and march towards Calvin who watched me with amusement.
I'm not sure what got into me, maybe it was Leslie's happy smile from seeing me get humiliated, or Calvin completely betraying me, but I knew one thing.
I wouldn't let anyone step over me again, especially not Calvin.
My hand reaches up as I slap Calvin on the face, hard. His head slightly moves to the side at the force, and shocked noises come from every side of me as I look up at him with a glare and tears in my eyes.
"I hate you." I spit, watching as Calvin looked down at me shocked before I push past him and walk through the crowd to get away from here.
Not only did the entire school hate me even more now, but Wayne probably wanted nothing to do with me anymore.
I lock myself in a bathroom stall, sitting on the toilet as I bring my knees up to my chest and bury my head in my arms.
Alone
Again
I heard each tear drop fall from my eyes, each heavy breath I took from crying too much, my hair sticking to my face and the racing in my heart from the anger I had pent up.
I really was a tool.
I really was a fool for thinking anything of that kiss, for believing Calvin could be a good person.
I'm a fool.