5 Chapter 5- Apology Denied

The next day, I did my normal morning routines apart from the exercises cause my body was still sore. I went to that hell-like place known as school. I know I wasn't meant to go back until my wounds had been treated, but I couldn't afford to miss my classes. I already had a lot on my plate - assignments, and projects.

As I walked through the hallway, I got some weird glances from all the students. It wasn't much of a surprise to me, judging from my scars and bruises I failed woefully in trying to cover up.

I was wearing a turtle neck, long-sleeved Gucci blouse with some black jeans and white gladiators. Some were whispering and giggling but I plainly ignored them, too tired to pay attention to them.

I got to my locker and my eyes widened at the sight of what was written on my locker. BACK OFF KARATE BITCH

I sighed tiredly and picked a rag from my locker to clean it off.

Before I got kidnapped, I saw plenty of those, so I decided to get prepared for worse. I had no idea why they were behaving so mean and cruel, but then Fuck it.

I picked the books I needed from my locker when I received a text from an unknown number saying: Meet me at the garden of the school during lunch 8:30am I tried figuring who could've sent it but I later ignored it and went to class. I had English first so I entered Mr. Thomas's class.

As I was going to my seat, the class became silent as all eyes were on me literally, as if watching my next move. I avoided their gazes and proceeded to my seat when suddenly my feet flew up and my butt hit the ground harshly. I realized I had slipped on a banana peel. Great! Today is definitely my day...

It wasn't long before laughter roared around the room. The teacher shushed them " Quiet down class. Sorry, Miss White." I gave him a small smile and quietly sat on my seat, listening to his teaching while feeling pains around my body.

The classes went pretty slow and I still got the weird glances. During lunch, I was about to go to the cafeteria when I remembered the text from earlier this morning. I sighed and went to the garden. I'm pretty sure I would have done that more than twenty times today.

When I reached the garden, I saw a face I never dreamed of seeing again. Jack Roger. He was standing with a bouquet of roses ( my favorite flowers) and the words "I'm sorry" spelled on the grass with flower petals.

I rolled my eyes and turned to leave when he held my wrist and turned me around making me look at him.

I glared at him and said, " What is it Jack, I'm really not in the mood."

"Al, I'm really really sorry for everything you've been through and what I personally have put you through." He said without a breath with pleading eyes.

I took the roses and plastered a fake smile. Jack looked up with hope in his eyes. "I forgive you," his eyes brightened up, "but I will never, ever forget what you did, and please, don't meet me like this anymore. It's quite irritating."

I began to rip the roses petal by petal. " This is for insulting me." Rip.

"This is for embarrassing me in front of Stacie." Rip.

"This is for cheating on me right in my face, dumping me and breaking my heart." Rip.

"This is for framing me and putting me in jail" Rip.

"And lastly, this is for wasting my time and thinking in your right senses, that I would stupidly run back into your pathetic arms." Rip. Rip. Rip.

" Goodbye Jack Jones, leave me alone. Have a good life." I turned on my heels and sashayed back into the school building but not before throwing the stems in a nearby trashcan.

The rest of the day went faster than I expected, making me go to bed super early when I got home, the whole Jack thing drained me physically. The driver had picked me up; whenever my parents were away, he was in charge of me. But I liked him, he reminded me of the dollar bill.

His name was Benjamin Stewart, but I called him Benji and he didn't seem to mind. I microwaved the leftover lasagna and watched Keeping up with the Kardashians.

I called the first person in mind to make me feel better once I was on my bed. "Hey, Al. What's up?"

"Jack spoke to me today," I replied softly.

"He what? Tell me everything." And so I told her about my encounter with Jack and she being forever my best friend, made me forget all about it. We spoke about different things thereafter including the funny outfits some girl wore and Nessa's favorite reality tv show.

She was saying something about how Kim was being a baby over some diamond earrings as I drifted to sleep. I knew she would be mad at me in the morning but hey, I did feel better. Much, much, better.

I even realized I had deleted everything about Jack from my life. I didn't even have his number.