9 08| the victim of rides

Serine

"You say, that you'll die without him. But you know that's a lie, you tell yourself," -Camila Cabello, Crying in the club

***

It was now detention.

And I could've sworn I was half dead.

My body was about to give in, God was finally taking me to a much more better place, and he arrived at the right time. I didn't mind dying in my sleep- "Ms Williams!" My head shot up and that was a huge mistake because I felt a  strong pain erupt on my neck. Straining it. I winced and placed my palm there as Mr Jackson looked back to the pile of pages but not before giving me a knowing look.

I rolled my eyes.

You are the cause of the pain in my neck idiot.

And oh my, so much would've happened if I ever said those words out loud. I wasn't taking note of anything until I felt a piece of material hit my cheek. I glared at the poor piece of paper and looked around the room to find

Yes, people.

This was Mr Jackson's detention ways. Because there's nothing more painful than being stuck in a classroom only with 5 people and only one was occupied.

I glanced towards the one girl who was chewing her gum silently looking out the of the window with her arm propped up. Her temples moving in motion confirming that she was chewing.  Then there was a boy with dirty blond hair, sketching something in his notebook. The other two, we'll, they were sending notes to each other and... I moved my head to my right, I saw the fifth person and died.

Alexander McCann.

A strange feeling consumed my skin.

I mentally sighed. Does the devil really want me to suffer?

He was the one who threw me a crumbled piece of paper. I then began un-crumbling the piece of paper out of desperation obviously.

There wrote, in a very weird handwriting.

-Hi :)

I read it again, except this time, with squinted eyes. I whipped my head to side to see him looking at me with a smile. I looked back to the piece of paper... should I answer?

-What do you want McCann?

I crumbled the paper and threw it back to him. And not even a minute later did I see the paper once again on my desk.

-The Lord answered my prayers.

I cocked a brow.

-What prayers?

-Of you finally having a civil conversation with me.

I rolled my eyes.

-Don't think that it'll last forever McCann. This is solely out of desperation.

- Either way, my princess is still talking to me.

The edges of my lips twitched and then I heard a loud voice. "Detention class is over," I heard Mr Jackson and furrowed my brows. He would usually make it longer.

What if you're only saying that because you want to talking to McCann?

Pfft- what me? No.

"I have a personal matter to attend to." Explains it. "You all got lucky," yeah whatever loser. You lost.

"You're dismissed," the four students left and I followed. I could literally feel his presence behind me. "And you don't want to admit to being a stalker." I shake my head.

"What are yo-" I abruptly stopped causing the sound of his footsteps to do the same. "You're following me,"

"No I'm not," I rolled my eyes. "Then for heavens sake pick up your feet and disappear." I snapped.

It really annoyed me when people claimed not to do something and I saw it myself.  Like you did it!

"Why the sudden change in your mood?" I sighed and kept on walking. "You don't understand the meaning of desperation, do you? I do not like you. Nor do I want to be buddies with you," I turned around with a glare.

"I don't want to buddies with you to Serine,"

"Then fuck leave me alone!" I dropped my arms dramatically. "I don't want to,"

"Oh my," I held my palms tightly against my temples biting my lips and ran my fingers through my hair. "Then what do you want McCann?"

His body was already close to mine to the point where his breathe was fanning my face. I noticed him leaning in and that's when my chest began going up and down. "Do you know what I really want?" He whispered, with his silvers orbs staring into mine. He leaned in once more and that's when I let out a shaky breathe, his lips brushed on mine and that's when I did what I thought was best.

I slapped him.

I stared at his slightly shocked expression. My vision was still blurry because of the tears that were clouding everything else. He seemed to have realized that when his palms brushed my cheeks and I pushed him away quickly.

"What the hell was that?" I bit out. "I- I Serine I just-" he opened his mouth again but nothing came out. "Don't you ever, lay your lips on mine ever again."

"Serine I-"

"Shut up." I retorted.

No not again.

Not another person.

With those last two words, I walked away. And for the first time in 4 years, I thought about him.

***

It was only after a few hours of retreating from the school premises that I realized that I drove with the girls today. And I told them not to worry and that I'd catch a ride.

And I'm in here, waiting for my invisible ride. There was no damn ride.

I didn't even feel like calling anybody, after that encounter with Alexander I didn't want to be bombarded with endless questions.

I sighed and decided on taking a walk home. I needed it.

I put on my AirPods and covered them with my ear muffs and began walking.

It was safe to say that It was one of my worst days in senior years I've had worse throughout my entire highschool years and they sure were more painful than what I had experienced moments ago. I suddenly felt bad, but I didn't at the same time. After what I endured from him, he did deserve that slap.

I was so lost in the music that I didn't hear the hoot of a car until I felt a hand grip my arm and I immediately screamed. The person seemed to be quick to shut me up when they spun me around and smacked a hand over my lips. That's when I came into contact with those familiar silver orbs.

That's when everything came crashing down on me like epiphany. A part of me was still guilty.

I blame it on my current state.

I swatted his hand away and removed my ear muffs and paused the music. "Alexander," his name sounding so strange. It'd been one of the few times I had ever said his name instead of his last name. "What are you doing here?"

I was oddly being civil towards him and that was weird. "I saw you walking on your own and I..." he trailed off. "You what?"

He sighed and looked up to the clouds before looking back at me. "Look it's about to rain and you can't walk home while it's raining. Come on," I blinked. He was being awfully nice.

I was so used to his cocky side that I never saw this side of him. I opened my mouth to decline his offer but he had already opened the door for me. "I'll do it myself," I said after seeing him open the door for me. I shut the door not even sparing him a glance.

The ride was silent after I had given him my address.

Was it weird that I wanted one of his cocky remarks?

"Why are you doing this?" But I never got my answer. He pulled up to a familiar street and I looked down at my fingers, playing with them. "Thanks for the ride," I pressed my lips into a tight smile before opening the door but not before hearing him speak. "I'm sorry for hurting you Serine, it was my mistake for wanting to form something and I respect your decision. I'll stay away from you,"

I shut my eyes at an unfamiliar pain inside my chest.

But I kept reminding myself,

He was Alexander McCann,

He was nostalgic.

He reeked with toxicity.

I should've been happy at those words, but I wasn't.

I shut the door and was welcomed with the raindrops as I made my way to my home.

"Dad I'm home!" I said putting my keys down. "Dad?"

I halted and tears were blurring my vision but I still saw him.

"NO!"

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