Chapter 10 Guilty as hell

Chase

I twisted and turned yet no position was comfortable enough for me to get some sleep. Her teary-pained face soaked in orange juice still plagued me. I felt...guilty as hell.

Why didn't I do anything?

When I entered the cafeteria and she came crashing to my chest, I knew immediately that something happened and it wasn't exactly good.

I looked behind her to see a girl dressed in a crop top with a mini skirt. I immediately recognized her as Anna the step-sister.

Her caked, doll face lit up in a triumphant grin as she saw her step-sister run out of the cafeteria in shame.

Then and there, I knew she was a bitch and I for one hated bitches...

At some point in my life, I was a notorious playboy. I didn't care about all the hearts I'd broken. Girls were just tools for my satisfaction. I changed them as frequently as I changed clothes.

Use and damp that's how I rolled.

All this changed on valentine's day a year back. I planned to surprise her, Avery my girlfriend at the time but I was the one who got shocked...

There she was getting at it with a football player on the couch, not even having the decency to do it in the bedroom.

After that incident, I learned just how much heartbreak hurt and so I stopped.

Even as every fiber in my being wanted to defend her; to stand up for her; to hug her tight till she stopped crying; to whisper sweet words to her until her sobs died down, I just walked past her with much difficulty.

Present

I shook my head trying to get rid of those thoughts but they just wouldn't go away.

After careful examination of both personalities, I've come to a much-needed conclusion...

Every time Evangeline's eyes met mine, I had to practically tear my gaze away from hers. Every time people made comments about her, I had to force myself to be void of any emotion whatsoever. To stay immobile.

All this had to come to an end. I for one believe she's innocent and the stuff they said about her are just baseless rumors. I need to make it right on Monday. Then maybe I can sleep in peace.

With this final thought, I fell into a dreamless sleep.

Monday came earlier than expected.

Deciding on a more refined look today, I settled for a white button-up shirt and dark pants. My short brown hair was dyed with streaks of white. My dark pants in contrast to my glistening diamond earring.

I made my way into Derek's room once I was done. We both went downstairs and had breakfast.

Fifteen minutes later and I was seen in my car making my way to school. Thankfully I was there right on time. As I walked through the hallway, the girls' dreamy looks and boy's glares intensified.

With a devilish smirk plastered on my face, I made my way to class nonchalantly.

"Hold it, Miss Parker," the teacher remarked and she stopped dead in her tracks. Before she could start to apologize, "Detention" his voice rang out again.

She stood there completely stunned and then slowly nodded her head in assent.

She sat down with a troubled look on her face but brought out her book anyway. All this while, I held my gaze on her.

"Hi, I'm Chase" I whispered and her head snapped in my direction completely stupefied. I figured she didn't expect me to speak to her considering the fact that I'd been ignoring her the whole week before.

Her face lifted into a beautiful smile once she got out of her dazed state.

She sent a look to the teacher before scribbling something on a piece of paper she tore from her book as quietly as possible.

Once she was certain the teacher wasn't looking, she passed it to me.

The note read 'Hey genius, zip it. I don't wanna get into any more trouble than I already have'

Her handwriting was beautiful just like her. Each letter was written elegantly, the spacing precise.

Looking at her cute frown and annoyed face, I couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh.

I suppose it wasn't quiet enough because before I knew it the teacher called out my name and all attention was diverted to us.

I unconsciously scratched the back of my head nervously as the teacher inquired harshly

"Is there something you'd like to share with the class", irritation clear in his voice.

I cleared my throat before letting out a "no sir."

Even though I made my voice respectful, I still managed to secure detention.

'Well that's not all bad' my subconscious remarked and I couldn't help but agree more.

I turned only to see her biting her lower lip in an attempt to stifle her laughter. I pouted and I guess that was the last straw because, in the next minute, laughter filled the whole room.

Instantly I fell in love with the sound. It was just so silky, so genuine, so beautiful that I promised myself to make her do it more often. It suited her perfectly.

The teacher however paused and then turned around with narrowed eyes desperately trying to find the culprit.

"That's it both of you out" he barked. The whole room became so quiet that she stopped abruptly.

Once we were out, we both burst into uncontrollable laughter whilst clutching our stomachs...