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Was it in our childhood?
I shake myself internally. Just because I came back to RES doesn’t mean I’ll get entangled up with Aiden all over again. My return has nothing to do with him and everything to do with my self-worth.
RES has my grades and my track practice and my friends.
It also has Aiden and my bullies.
Oh well, all places have advantages and inconveniences.
I breeze straight past him, ignoring his stupid broad shoulders and ridiculous tall frame.
One day, I’ll stop seeing him as an attractive bastard.
Attractive or not, I’m not falling back into his orbit.
This is more than my attraction or feelings. This is about my worth.
I deserve better than being the other woman.
I deserve better than being a mere pawn.
I deserve better than him.
Knox, Teal, and I sit close together, and I listen to Knox talking about how Agnus tricked him into helping for free.
Aiden strolls inside but doesn’t take a seat, instead he remains near the entrance. I can feel him watching me closely even without lifting my head.
A part of me wants to watch him back. I want to engage in that glare for glare battle. I want to see him see me.
The betrayal, anger, and bitterness.
But he’ll only use those emotions to hurt me all over again. I’m done being hurt by Aiden and his fucking games.
“Ellie!” Ronan hops on my desk, nearly knocking my pens on the ground. “I was just telling King about how to bring you back. I even offered to sing.”
Teal snorts from my side.
Ronan grins at her, but it’s fake. It’s rare to see Ronan fake anything, he’s about the most honest out of the horsemen. “You have a problem, ma belle?”
She searches around me. “Did you hear someone talk, Elsa?”
Ronan leans in to whisper, “I’m happy you’re back and all, but why did you bring this freak?”
“I heard that,” Teal deadpans.
He feigns innocence. “Did you hear someone talk, Ellie?”
I smile, shaking my head.
This is the first time I see Ronan go out of his way to show passive-aggression towards anyone. He usually avoids confrontation — except with his friends. But I guess, just like in football, Ronan gives twice as hard when he’s attacked.
He’s Death after all.
Mrs Stone comes inside. All residual chatter dies down and everyone takes their seat.
During the entire class, the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I’m supposed to concentrate, but my attention keeps bouncing back to a certain someone who’s watching me like a hawk.
Without turning around, I can feel his cloudy gaze darkening and fixating on me. I can almost see the twitching in his left eye and the tightness of his sharp jaw.
