Chapter 7 Stay away from my boyfriend

Our next class was delayed for ten minutes and I knew right then and there that this was fate giving me a chance, one I needed to utilize wisely. I cleared my throat to get his attention and it seemed to work since he turned his head in my direction.

Pushing every ounce of shyness deep within me, I started. My opening statement being "It's not true." I paused for it to sink in before proceeding "I didn't kill anyone okay? Look my sister - more accurately my step-sister hates me so she made up these lies for everyone to hate me as well. I never even had a sister in the first place to kill and my mom died from cancer, not depression. I know you don't know me since we literally just met a couple of hours ago and so might not believe but I'm telling the truth." I said all this looking straight into his enchanting grey orbs.

By the time I was done, his face was devoid of any emotion giving nothing away. I have no idea what he's thinking right now and it's making me super nervous.

He simply averted his gaze from me and stared at nothing in particular looking lost.

I sighed deeply feeling dejected. I don't think he believes me. Why did I even think he'd be different?

I am so stupid!!

The rest of the day went by with me not being able to concentrate.

I was too sad to process the information the teacher was giving out.

The bell rang and soon everyone left including Chase, therefore, making me the only person in the classroom.

Chase never spoke to me again after what he heard. I mean who would? I'm just some pitiful girl who's being accused of killing and he's this demigod that can have any girl he wants...

When I was sure that everyone had indeed left, I took my bag and headed out.

Anna and her friends suddenly popped out of nowhere scaring the shit out of me however before I could scream, a hand connected with my right cheek propelling my head in the other direction.

It was none than my dear step-sister, Anna. Her friends roared with laughter as tears welled up in my eyes.

Yet again, I forced them in. I would not cry. I would not give them the satisfaction of knowing they hurt me.

"Stay away from my boyfriend, you slut" she glared at me and if looks could kill, I'd already be dead by now.

"This is your last warning. Next time I'd completely destroy that ugly face of yours" she gritted out menacingly.

"Stay away from Chase," she reminded.

This girl can be so funny sometimes. First of all, she already had a boyfriend, Sam who was the richest and former most handsome guy in the class because, in my perspective, Chase is far more good-looking.

Secondly, this guy, in particular, hasn't even spoken to her talk of asking her out. Yet here she is telling...no threatening me to stay away from him.

But of course, I didn't say any of this to her face simply because I value my life.

They entered their respective cars and drove off each passing me dirty looks.

Sighing deeply in exasperation, I began my journey home feeling drained.

I mean can this day get any worse?

As I walked, I began to think just how messed up my life has become since my mom died.

I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. The pain was suddenly too much. I clasped my hand around my chest in an effort to reduce the pain but it didn't do anything to lessen it.

Mom was the sweetest person on earth. She was my everything and when she died, I wanted nothing else than to die with her too. My life became meaningless without her in it.

Why wasn't that stupid cancer hereditary? Why didn't I die too? I would ask myself these questions over and over again but then I knew mom wouldn't like it if I'd died too so I continued living knowing fully well that's what she would have wanted. I would do this one thing for her but each day it became harder to keep this promise.

Dad made us relocate from Florida to California to start a new life. The memories were too much for him so he changed everything; our house, my school; every single thing. Soon after, he got married and Anna and I started Knight High School.

That's why she could spread those airtight lies about me and still be believed, no one knew me.

I am just seventeen and suffering all this pain alone. No one to hug me and tell me it's gonna be okay. Not even my dad who hates me with passion after he somehow found a way to blame me for her death. No friends, nobody.

I reached home, performed my duties, ate my portion, and retired to bed.

Today has been quite eventful but I still couldn't sleep. I closed my eyes anyway.

A picture of Chase showcasing his million-dollar smile was the last thing I saw before darkness surrounded me, pulling me into a dreamless sleep.

Tomorrow is going to be another day. Hopefully better than today was...