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Sigh.
What’s there to be sorry about, Elsa? I’m rooting for you.
I should probably start writing romance fanfiction and feed this hungry monster inside me.
I bury my head in my notebook, the one Aiden forced Elsa to leave behind, and sigh again.
That’s when I notice him, or rather, hear him. His laughter echoes around me like a song, the type you can’t get out of your head no matter how much you hear it. You always find yourself yearning for it, wanting more of it, like a bloody addict.
Then the beautiful song is tainted by another sound, a squeaky shrill laughter that breaks the song’s melody to bloody pieces.
Veronica.
One of Silver’s minions hangs on to Xander’s arm as she fixes his uniform’s tie. His hair is dishevelled and lipstick marks cover the collar of his shirt as if he’s out of a fucking session.
He tucks a strand of Veronica’s fake blonde hair behind her ear like they’re just fixing each other’s attire.
Or rather, fixing each other.
My grip turns deadly on the edge of the notebook as I lower my head. I want to vomit and for a different reason than the apple I had for breakfast.
Scenes like these aren’t new to me. I’ve witnessed them time and again during the years. I’ve seen him cosy and playful with half the girls in school, and I’ve heard about his adventures more times than I wanted to.
However, to know that he went to her right after he told me those words yesterday, right after he drove me home, makes my cheeks redden with exertion.
Relax, Kim. Stay the hell down. Don’t even think about showing a reaction.
That must be why he did all of this in the first place, and I won’t give him the joy of seeing me crumble.
He slaps Veronica’s arse, sending her to her seat as he rounds the corner to the back. Not once does he look at me or acknowledge me. If I hadn’t spent the whole night thinking about that scene at the bathroom, I’d start believing it’s a play of my imagination.
Veronica giggles like a strip club dancer on crack, or at least, that’s how I imagine strip club dancers on crack sound.
Instead of sitting beside her eager friend Summer, her gaze meets mine.
Shit. She caught me staring.
“What are you looking at, you fat pig?” she snarls, flinging her pointy fingernails at me.
If it were any other time, I would bow my head and pray she’d stop. If Elsa were here, she would’ve given her a piece of her mind, but I’m neither the old Kim nor is Elsa going to fight my battles for me for eternity.
“Oh, it was you. I’m sorry, I thought it was a street light walking into class.” I grin, then this time, I do focus on my notebook.
If I speak to Veronica more, I’ll be tempted to fight her, and that’s probably the most stupid thought my brain can conjure.
That’s because you’re starving me. I need those calories to burn neurons and not be an idiot, okay?
Shut up, brain.
“What did you just say?” Veronica gasps like a drama queen in K-dramas.
“If you have a hearing problem, you might want to fix it.”
She stomps in my direction and my body stiffens, but I stay my ground. “You fat pig, you must think you’re all that since Ronan is protecting you as if you’re his little lamb, but you’re nothing without him around. You’re just a wannabe fat bitch.”
My entire body tightens, but I don’t let those destructive thoughts out. Instead, I give her a taunting smile. “Someone is jealous.”
“What the hell did you just say?”
