Chapter 52

        I didn't say anything to Xavier all through the drive. The moment we got to school, I walked into the building and then to the class.

    Odd, but I kinda like it.

     When I got to class, some lockers were empty including Nigel's. I had no idea why I was searching for Nigel but a part of me wanted to know the intensity of his injury.

      I sat on my chair and brought out my cell phone from my bag pack. I logged into my socials and scrolled down. I saw a reel and since my phone was connected to my ear pod, I decided to play the video. I giggled while watching it, it was a video of my favorite tiktokers.

     "Look who's in school," a voice announced and a cheering noise followed.

     Not now!

      If I didn't know Gabby well enough, I'd have thought she was excited to see me but that wasn't the case.

      "Girl you've got really small tits, how the hell did Nigel enjoy sucking those?"

At the mention of Nigel's name, my jaw clenched and I felt a rush of adrenaline.

This isn't the first time they are making fun of me so I still doubt how on earth I let this affect me. The last time, they said I had sex with Devin in the janitor closet and then the bathroom.

     "You looked so adorable crying for your big brother to save you."

    "But why did you have to stoop so low to have Nigel fuck you with just a bottle of vodka?"

     "He did not fuck me!" I defended. I could have anyone say anything about me and tolerate some shitty things but not a rumor of Nigel having sex with me.

      Sex in all annoys me.

      "Aww, you're so adorable. I'm sorry your first sex was a total mess," Eva chirped.

     Gabby and her girls laughed and continued making fun of me. I honestly wish I can slam her face with a huge book and make her pass out but getting another detention would be a mess.

    "You're lucky my phone got smashed. Your tiny tits would have made a headline already," Gabby added.

     It took me a minute to process what she said. The reason I didn't find anything on her timeline was that her phone got smashed but who smashed it? I won't believe it.

     I know these girls for a long time to believe anything they say so...

      "Get seated!" A voice ordered, trailing me off my thoughts.

     Everybody settled down and soon the lockers got occupied except Nigel's own.

     The teacher stood in front of the classroom holding a book and a marker. He stood up straighter and walked to the board. All I kept staring at was his flat back head and the next thing I knew was finding myself in the next class.

     The next three periods went faster than I prayed. At the end of the last period, I snatched up my backpack and pushed myself out of the desk. I marched to the door ignoring everyone. I was glad Gabby and her girls didn't say any more humiliating sentences since the first period.

       I was more than ready to leave this hole called school. My tummy made a grumbling sound and I got the message.

      Mac and cheese would be so goooooood.

       I should have had breakfast before leaving but I was too focused on getting to school without Xavier that I forgot.

      I didn't even have a cup of coffee and now I'm facing the consequences alone. I got to the hallway and scowled at the crowd. I wanted to know if Xavier was outside already because I didn't have all the patience to wait for him. I stood for a second staring at the faces that walked out of the various classes. Instead of Xavier, I found myself looking for Devin. I just realized I hadn't seen him since that night at Nigel's party. When I got tired of looking out, I walked out through the doorway.

      I still had detention and I needed to get it over with. I walked into detention but found nobody. I got a little confused and wondered why nobody was seated in there or probably dressing up to work.  I stormed out and ran into someone.

     "Dear lord," I said in an undertone when we hit each other. I raised my head and it was Xavier.

     "Detention ended already."

    I scowled at him and picked up my backpack from the floor. I wasn't going to listen to Xavier, he could be possibly playing another prank on me.

      I walked out on him and headed to the second class to see if I would find anyone but there was none. The class was empty. Was Xavier saying the truth?

     "Told you," he huffed behind me. "Your stubborn ass never listens."

    Was he looking at my ass for real? Never mind.

     "Let's go home already," I said avoiding his eyes.

      "Meet me outside." He walked out and I just scoffed. He was a pin in my ass and that was in no way pleasurable.

      I hated the way couples hung around after school, taking all the spaces and sit-outs. I rolled my eyes and walked over to where Xavier parked his truck.

      "Fudging hell," I cussed the moment I saw Xavier wasn't there. I was hungry and he was nowhere to be found.

       I wish I knew how to drive, I wouldn't be stuck here waiting for his silly ass.

      I shoved my phone from my pocket and dialed his number. It kept ringing but he wasn't taking his calls. I angrily kicked the truck's tire.

     "Here," he announced walking over to me.

       I wanted to scream at him and ask him why he took so long until I caught a quick glance at his face that I was avoiding since. His angular jaw was satisfactorily defined but his hair looked rough. That wasn't how I saw him a few minutes ago.

       I took a second to study his face before turning away. I knew the reason he took so long in the morning was that he was trying to apply some of mum's makeup on his face to cover up his bruises.

      He had dark circles beneath his left eye and the scratch on his forehead traced to his brow. There was also a cut on his lips but it was only obvious when he talked.

        Before I could say anything else, he pulled open the door and lowered himself into the car. When I saw he wasn't going to ask me to get in, I flung open the passenger seat and slid in. I fastened my seat belt and relaxed my back on the seat.

      He wasn't saying anything, he just kept his hands on the steering wheel and slammed his foot on the accelerator.

     The moment he sped off, I let out a shout. He was driving like a madman and I wasn't ready to get killed. Not like this, not with him.

     "What the heck are you driving?" I asked with a squeal.

       He kept his gaze fixed on the road and took sharp turns. Breaching the speed limit I kept shouting at him to stop being an asshole and take me home safely.

      "Xavier you need to stop this or I'll use a bus!"

     "Can't you hear me? You're going to get us killed."

     He didn't reply to me and I had no idea what else to say.

    "You're an evil asshole," I finally said and attempted to open the moving truck's door.