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Stunt. Is that what we are calling it now? How about my utter humiliation and disappointment?
The tone of how he says Dee still gets me. That long drawn out sound of the vowels is so different than the first time he called me that.
“Violet sounds too sweet. Too innocent. I can’t even say it without happiness infecting me. I’ll call you Dee.”
“That doesn’t even make sense, dumbass.” I tossed the pillow at him. He easily batted it away.
Asshole and his athletic abilities.
“Sure it does. Demure. Dee.”
Dee. It’s definitely better than a lot of names I’ve been called.
A harsh pain twists my stomach with the cruel words they said yesterday still stumbling through my thoughts.
“Also if you want a ride to school this morning, get fucking moving.”
Shit. A real threat.
Eventually I work up the strength to get out of bed. Steam rolls out from under the door of the bathroom Reed is likely taking a shower in, so I continue to the next down the hall. This house is so big it has seven bathrooms. My old house didn’t even have seven rooms in general.
Who the hell needs seven bathrooms? I don't even pee seven times in a day, what could Knox's father possibly need with this many toilets?
A door opens just as I’m about to walk past it and Landon bumps into me. His dark eyes behind his black glasses narrow on me. My face hovers near his hard chest but he nudges me away. “Come to check me out like you did Reed this morning?”
They are such gossips. And I wasn’t ‘checking him out’, Reed was practically throwing it in my face. Seems someone's been whispering about me when I'm not around though.
The idea of what else they must have said stabs insecurities through my stomach.
“Did everyone wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?” I smirk at him but it dissolves away so fast the happiness never even registers in my mind.
No response. He walks away. Pure steel tenses his smooth bare back as he walks down the quiet white hall without a glance my way.
Silence clouds the rest of my morning. Bitter stares, a soundless breakfast. Since this summer, I’ve never had a single quiet moment, I always thought getting some shade of the silent treatment would be peaceful.
I was incredibly wrong.
But I find myself talking to three stone walls, who, at best, respond with a grunt. Clearly, the least they have spoken since I arrived.
Reed for one doesn't know how to shut up most days. This...all of this feels wrong. The atmosphere of this morning lays sickly at the bottom of my stomach, but I know it’ll pass.
The grunts are better than the disgusted stares though. I almost wish they wouldn't look at me at all. Seeing your best friends look so appalled by your mere existence causes a type of suffocating anxiety to strangle through every part of your chest.
Sadly, my morning doesn't get better when I arrive at school.
I thought since this school has uniforms, that since I’m wearing the same navy skirt and white shirt as all the other girls here, I might blend in. Yet, I don’t. Pursing my lips I ignore all the piercing glances, both good and bad.
For fuck’s sake, you’d think I have a dick drawn across my forehead to get this kind of attention.
Nothing feels like summer anymore. The smell of sunscreen and swimming pools is replaced by chemical cleaners and books. Chatter fills the halls painted in monotone colors, the students showing off their tans and catching up with one another.
I pass and they take turns gawking. They either don’t get new students often or my messy blonde hair screams middle class.
Or both.
Paper crinkles in my hand as I glance at my schedule and personal information to double check my locker number. Two Thirteen. I glance over at the lockers near me, narrowing my eyes in an attempt to hunt down my number.
Here I get my own locker unlike public school where I would share with someone. They’re all perfect and painted without scribbles across them.
