Chapter ten

(Cassandra's POV)

I didn't attend any lectures last week in hope that the kissing debacle would die down but I have never been so wrong.

Not only did I miss a load of assignments that I'd have to make up for else my grades would drop drastically; everyone is also staring at me and not so subtly whispering and sneering while some are snickering as if I'm a walking TV show.

Michelle isn't helping the situation either; she would glare at anyone she makes eye contact with and would throw in a snarky comment that just made me more embarrassed than I ought to be.

To be honest, I don't mind all the gossip and stuff; I'm just upset that the peace I got all to myself over the past year is ruined but I don't regret it though; that kiss was spectacular.

"That's right, she got the delicious piece of meat all to herself you jealous witches!" Michelle yells at a group of girls from the music department who were huddled together at one of the lockers with scowls directed at me.

My eyes widen and my face grows hot; I'm pretty sure it is red at the moment and I grab her hand and run to class.

I slow down to a walk after a while and our classroom door is just insight.

"Why did you have to say that?" I whisper loudly in exasperation. She just rolls her eyes and slings her arm around my shoulders.

"I just stated the truth. They're jealous that he likes you and not them."

"He never said he liked me Mich and I never said I liked him either."

"Oh really, so last Tuesday when you both came home and he's arm was draped over you just like this with a proud grin on his face and a happy smile on yours; it just meant nothing?" She says with an incredulous but mocking expression.

I blush and palm my face, "Shut up Michelle."

"Oh oh oh, let's not forget the mind-blowing kissing video that's all over social media. Whew! That kiss looked really...."

"Wait, it's all over what?" I exclaim. We were in front of the door of our classroom and were running late but this is seriously disturbing.

"Ahh seriously? You didn't think about that. You and a very rich handsome businessman kissed in front of a whole crowd of students who by the way have these electronic devices called phones. What the heck did you expect girl?" She says with a raised brow and a disbelieving expression.

"Well.. I..I..I. oh no."

I start hyperventilating. I am panicking in front of my classroom door but I am too horrified to consider that they could probably hear us.

"No no nooo, now everyone is going to be looking at me weirdly and they might even approach me," I groan, "but I hate talking to people."

I feel like crying.Talking to other people has always been a strong weakness of mine. I can't bother myself with trying to make conversation so silence becomes my biggest strength. Only Mich and momma understood that so it's easier being around them.

"You're forgetting the worst part." Mich taunts.

What is worse than that; I am about to snap at her when I see Princeton walking towards us with a scowl. Oh shit, he is going to become more clingy and awfully possessive of what is not his and I am not some property!

I look around for a way to escape until my eyes land on the door in front of me and they widen in horror.

"We're late," I whisper and barge into the classroom without knocking. The force of it causes the door to bang on the wall; effectively drawing everyone's attention to the latecomers.

"Uuuuh.. hi," I said as the quiet atmosphere got very awkward. I never go to a class late; yes I might go a few minutes or even seconds to the time but never late. As for Mich...

"Hello Mr. Grey, how are you doing on this wonderful morning?" She says to the teacher who is scowling at us.

"I expected this from Mitchell but not you Miss Jonas," he says with a disapproving expression.

"I'm sorry Mr. Grey."

"Oh, it's no big deal. We're just eight minutes late. By the way, your blue vest suits you, teacher," Mitchell says as she takes my hand and pulls me after her.

We take our seats in the last row since the rest are taken. The teacher huffs and adjusts his vest before turning to the board and continues writing while he talks.

The classroom is quiet as everyone listens attentively; well almost everyone. Some are sleeping, texting on their phones, or staring at me for a few seconds before texting on their phones.

A few minutes into the lesson and my phone vibrates in my pocket. I take it out and place it on my desk, beside my notebook. I turn it on and see that I have received a text from an unknown number on Whatsapp.

I look at the teacher, he is still facing the board so I click on the message.

*Slutty hypocrite*

Wow, such colorful words. There is also a video attached to it and I can guess what it is. I turn off the screen and focus on what is being said. Another ten minutes and it vibrates again causing both me and Mitchell to frown at it. I check and as I had guessed, another unknown number has sent me a message.

I want to ignore it but Mitch is looking at it in expectation and if I don't check it, she will do it herself and if it is another colorful phrase, well shit might hit the fan. She probably thinks it's Matthew, oh well.

I turn it on and face the screen towards myself and away from Mitchell's prying eyes. She pouts but I ignore her. It is a different number and this time it reads: *you're such a skanky bitch*

Oh my goodness, there is a very pornographic picture just below it that has me gasping in shock. It looks so disgusting.

In my moment of distraction, Mich snatches the phone from my hands and looks at it.

She squeaks with wide eyes and covers her mouth with her palm.

We school out expressions into clear boredom just in time for Mr. Grey to look toward our direction in search of the squeaker.

He glares at Much for a few seconds, silently blaming her, and continues his lectures.

I sigh in relief and look at Mich who is typing away on my phone with furious fingers. I snatched it from her vengeful hands and switched it off and stuff it back in my trouser pocket.

"Hey, I was about to send an epic comeback. Why'd you stop me?" She whispers furiously, which makes me wonder if she is mad at me or the text.

"Just leave it, Mich, I don't feel like dealing with this right now please," I plead. She must have seen the weariness in my eyes and she backs off with a sigh.

"Jealous bimbos," she mumbles and glares at her notebook.

I know blaming Matthew for what is happening is petty and unfair since I was equally at fault but either way I still blame him for it. If he wasn't so good-looking and nice then this wouldn't be happening. He torments my dreams and now he's ruining the peace I worked hard to get. Boys always ruin everything, I can't believe I was so stupid to forget that.

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