6 CHAPTER 6

I stared at him with disgust, and I couldn't help but curse the day he was born, I mean aside from the day I confronted him in the hallway, for something stupid he was doing, and putting him in his place, I can't recall when else we had an issue, we both dislike each other and that was fine , but I didn't assume that it will reach to a point of him getting me raped by some drunk guy or a guy pretending to be drunk, I was boiling, and it felt like a rope was tied to my chest, and I was struggling to pull it off, I glared at him but instead a side of his lip was curled up and his eyes were filled with amusement, and it made me angry the more and I bit my lip till I could taste blood in the mouth, I already injured myself without knowing because of this jerk

" Why are you so wicked " I scream so loud that I could hear myself breathing fast, by the time I released the last word, Everything looked blur I felt my tears almost falling from my eyes, I shake my head I wasn't going to let him hurt me

“ What are saying " his eyebrows blend slightly in confusion, he opens his mouth to speak again, and it seems like it's clicked in his brain what I meant and his eye widened, and he rushed closer to me, I held the knife I used to injure the drunk guy tightly, and he looked at my hand and noticed the knife held firmly in my hand, and he pulled back, then studied me for a while, and I was looking at him also I tried to read him, but it was to no avail he had a blank expression on his face, then he laughed, I looked around if they're someone else around, but everyone was busy partying, and I was just 6 feet from reaching the rooftop, he kept on laughing,

I became confused and step close to him trying to close the wide gap between us a bit

“ You think this is funny " I shouted, and move a bit closer “because we have issues, or we dislike each other, you went to call a guy to rape me” I scream loud this time I could feel the pain in my throat, I put my knife in my breast and a step closer looking intimidating, but he seems to be non affected by my reaction, he put in a finger in his left ear and brought it out then blew his finger like he was trying to discard whatever I'm saying insinuating that I was making noise, reached for his shirt, but he held my hand stopping me halfway

“Okay princess don't you want to hear my part of the story,” he said smiling at me and I tried to free my hand from his, but he was stronger than me, so I stop trying and glare at him hard only if looks could kill he would have died by now

“Justin, let go of my hand, " I say rather calm nor loud I was already weak from the whole drama, but that is what anger does, it makes you powerful for a minute but when leaves you hurt and weak I close my eyes and let tears fall from them flowing down my cheeks, I could taste their salty taste on my lip, I couldn't even place the reason I was crying, I just wanted to have fun and forget my pain, I didn't expect the night to have this in store for me, I felt a cold rough palm on my face, I knew who it belongs to, but now I couldn't care less I rested my face on it, and he pulled me closer to him and pat my back, comforting me, I couldn't process what was going on but by now I was already calm, my anger was gone I was only hurt, he held me tighter, the feeling was strange yet comfortable, I kept on sobbing

“ I wasn't the one who sent him, I was only following you around because I wanted us to be friends, I have a cold personality and I can see me in you, I just find you interesting and hot " I felt him smile as he continuing whispering in my ear

“I wanted to help, but you were holding a knife I felt you could help yourself, I'm so proud of you, that all , don't cry Theresa I didn't me to hurt you " he said still patting my back and I played back the name he called me “Theresa” nobody here knows that name only my family member which they rarely call me the last time they called me that was when I was little only Shelley my cousin and her mafia gang and a boy who lived next door my house back when I was 14 in newyork, and he wasn't even sure if that I was my name he only heard when my cousin call me that, and he asked if that was my name, but I couldn't answer him because I was running from my mom, I really can remember if he did call me that, or he had friends I could only remember I liked him that was before deciding love was wicked, the memories about him was blur in my head I couldn't recall much about him, but I'm sure Justin has no relationship with the people who knew me as Theresa, so how did he know I'm Theresa, my mind flashed back to the phone call I had this week, was he the one, who is Justin, why his acting nice now, I became confused,

I pulled slightly from him and looked at him, he looked at me smiling, I studied his face a little before I spoke out

“ How did you know my name is Theresa,” I say still studying him, I felt his body tense up, and he had this expression on his face I couldn't explain, he quickly covered it with a smile before I could read his face, he chuckles

“ Theresa as in mother Theresa I expected you to hit my chest you know, I was trying to joke around,” he let out a small laugh, maybe it's true because it doesn't seem like I know him too, I pulled out completely from him, the atmosphere was becoming on uncomfortable, I bit my lips wondering how we got to this extent of comforting each other, everything felt strange, I cleared my throat making a sound and trying to point out how weird its feel now

“ Is your name Theresa?” he asked pulling a sweet from his pocket and throwing it to me, I let it fall on the floor, he gave me a weird look and picked it up

“ Whatever my name is it none of your business,” I say harshly working toward the rooftop and sat down resting my back on the wall, I looked at the sky staring at the stars, I felt a familiar presence approaching where I was sitting

“going back to our rude ways princess,” Justin says smirking at me,

“ What do you want " I groaned,” the last time I checked we were not friends,” I say as a matter of fact

“ We can be friends” he chuckled, bending down and sit beside me looking at the star with me, I felt this feeling of déjà vu, it's felt like I had done this with someone, I almost felt like I could recall the person, but I couldn't, I stood up and use my hands to dust whatever dirt that was attached to my grown, and he stood up with me

“ What " I turned and faced him with a blank expression written all over my face

“ You look tired let's get you home,” he said reaching out for my hand, I looked at it, too bad he is right, right now the only thing I need was rest I wanted to rest, he grabs my hand pulling me out of my thought and not minding my reaction or if I was going to protest, but I wasn't, he was right, I studied him as he pushed through the crowd, I search around the room looking for Clara and min, I couldn't find min, but I saw Clara and Noah flirting with each other, they were having a good time, I didn't want to disturb them with my problems, so I kept on following Justin out, once we were out I felt the cool night breeze passing through my nostril, just 3 minutes of entering the crowd and coming out it's felt like the oxygen has been sucked out of the universe, I allow my body to take the cool breeze as I closed my eyes and enjoying the freshness, then a chuckle pull me back to reality and I turned and stared at Justin

“ Are you ready to go home?” he asked walking towards his car, I nodded and walked to the passenger side waiting for him to open the door

“ Get in,” he says opening the door from inside, I got in and put on my seat belt, and put my head down as we pulled out from the parking lot.