Chapter five

Mrs. Fern left the class and I tried to focus on anything and everything except for what happened this morning with Ivan. I still don't understand why he's behaving this way towards me but I do know one thing, he does have an ulterior motive, people like him always does. The bell rang for the next class and while people were piling into the class, I stood up and left. It's a free for me so I headed down the hallway to the art wing. I entered into the old art room, one of the music room out of three had been converted to a art room so this one isn't being used anymore so I made it my me place. I sat down crossed legged on the floor leaning my back on the wall, after everything that happened today I definitely need a little break and luckily I have an hour for that.

The door to the art room suddenly creaked open. I turned to look at it and immediately frowned when Ivan walked in, his hands in his pocket like he owned the place.

I rolled my eyes. Great, just great.

" What do you want Ivan? Don't you have class? or I don't know another girl to pester".

" Nice hiding place ". He said looking around. " Plus ". He turned to look at me.

" I have a free so I came to see you ".

I rose a brow. " How did you even know that I'll be here? ".

He shrugged. " I just know ".

I rolled my eyes. More like you followed me here.

I stood up. " I'm leaving ".

I intended to walk past him and leave but he held my hand, stopping me.

" You know I don't understand ". I turned to

look at him. " Why do you hate me? so much that you can't even stand to be in the same room with me ".

The fact that he kinda sounds genuinely hurt made me feel bad but then I had to remind myself that it's Ivan I'm talking to, people like him can never be genuine.

I pulled my hand from his grip and ran out of the art room.