Page 63 of Hate Like Ours

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I don’t answer. I shrug my shoulders because no matter what I say, it won’t matter. It’s best I keep my mouth shut and deal with whatever punishment he’s going to give me.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself, Miss Carrington?” he asks.

“Nope.” I shrug again.

“Well, then, I’m going to give you detention for two weeks,” he informs me.

“Gee, thanks. I don’t know what I’d do without this school,” I say in the most sarcastic tone I can muster.

“Your detention starts this afternoon,” he tells me in a stoic tone.

“Sure,” I tell him. “Are we done here? I’d like to at least eat lunch before my next class.”

“Yes. You may go. We’re done here. I’d like to not see you back in my office,” he tells me in a stern tone.

“Aye, aye captain,” I say and even salute him before walking out of his office.

I make my way to the cafeteria and grab some food before finding an empty table to sit at. I try to eat as much as I can. It’s been days since I’ve eaten a proper meal. But just the thought of eating is already making me queasy.

I look over at Knox’s table and see Kinsley there with the guys. She doesn’t even look over at me, and I’m wondering again what the hell is going on with her. We almost always eat lunch together. I know she couldn’t have missed me walking into the cafeteria since everyone always notices me.

My eyes swing to Knox, and I see he’s already looking at me. He shoots me a smirk, not paying attention to the girl currently sitting on his lap—typical asshole behavior. It shouldn’t hurt that he’s with someone else when he was just with me but fuck, it fucking hurts.

I tear my eyes away from him and look around the room to see Ivy giving him, or rather the girl on his lap, the death glare. I’d laugh if I wasn’t in the same boat.Wanting someone who doesn’t want you.

While I’m still looking at Ivy, I feel something land on my face with a plop. A squeak escapes me and I use some of the tissues I brought with me to wipe away what I now see is mashed potatoes from my face. I look up as everyone starts laughing.

“You looked like you were hungry, fat ass!” the guy who just threw his food at me yells and there’s more laughter. I don’t react even though it feels like I’m dying on the inside.

More food is being thrown at me and I suddenly feel sick to my stomach. I stumble out of my chair and run for the bathroom. As soon as I make it there, I beeline for one of the empty stalls and throw up everything that I just ate, which wasn’t much to begin with.

Once I’m done, I stumble out of the stall and stand in front of the sink. I wash my mouth out and then try to clean the food from my clothes as best as I can. I’m still in the middle of cleaning the mess when the bathroom door opens and Kinsley steps inside. She looks up and we make eye contact. I can tell from her expression that she wants to leave right away but I speak before she can.

“Are you okay? I’ve been worried about you since yesterday. You didn’t reply to any of my messages,” I tell her. She closes her eyes for a second before opening them again, almost as though she’s bracing herself for something.

“I don’t want to be friends anymore. Your reputation is just pulling me down with you and I can’t be seen with you anymore,” she says, dropping that bomb.

I suck in a shocked breath at her words. I wasn’t expecting that at all or the pain I feel shoot through me because of what she just said.

“Are you being serious right now?” I ask her as I feel tears start to sting my eyes.

“Yes. It’s just too much and I have to focus if I want to get into college. Being your friend is just a big distraction for me,” she answers.

“I don’t understand. I thought we were getting along well. You’re the only person here who wasn’t buying into the bullshit of the others,” I snap as the tears I’ve been holding in begin to stream down my face.

“Yeah, well your drama is too much for me to deal with. I can’t be friends with someone like you!” she snaps, but she’s crying as well.

“What do you mean someone like me? Stop acting like I want to be bullied every freaking day of my life! You think I want any of what’s happening to me? I still don’t even fucking know why I’m a target!” I burst out.

“Look, just forget we were ever friends, okay? It’ll be better that way.”

“Did Knox put you up to this? Why are you letting that asshole ruin our friendship? I thought our friendship meant something to you like it did for me!” I yell at her.

“I was friends with him first! Look, I’m fucking poor, okay? Without their protection, I’m free game. I don’t want the masses to come after me!” she snaps.

“But you’re fine with them coming after your friend? You’re just like everyone around here. Every man for themselves, huh?” I question in a hollow voice. She’s fucking crushing my heart right now.

“You know I hate this! I—” I don’t even wait to hear what else she was going to say, I storm out of the bathroom and stomp my way back to the cafeteria. I’ve never been so pissed in my entire life. I’m so mad and hurt. I feel so betrayed that I see nothing but red.

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