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The perfect picture (would you let me)

In a world where people were given the privilege of sculpting people, they would love, It was an all known law "*for one to love, one has to mold*" Bella Collin, an eighteen-year-old old girl wasn't bestowed with the ability to create, just like everyone. Bella called herself different and tried her best to hide her inability from her pals. There was no way she could love because of her inability. That, she accepted. Out of curiosity and frustration, she seeks a porta who agrees to teach her how to mold, although it was against the rules, but what happens when Sarah discovers, she wasn't the problem all along and the reason for her inability didn't pertain to her. How will she get around it? Well, read to find out

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Chapter 3: a new found hatred

There he was, hands draped around Fredrick's shoulders as they chuckled at something I knew nothing about. Henry was there too and he was the first person to catch a glimpse of me. A smirk appeared on his face as he nodded at Andrew to turn around, which he did.

One thing was distinct. With the way they acted, it was apparent, they knew about the video. The thought made me boil as I felt the resentment course through my vein.

I clenched my fist as I raged towards them. What was I going to do to him? I didn't know. All I knew was I was presumably going to shout my voice out or perhaps just cry because the lump in my throat had already gone massive.

"Andrew!!" I yelled from afar as I continued walking towards them, fighting the strong urge not to bawl my eyes out.

He gazed at me with an almost invisible smile on his face, as he dug his hands in his pocket. When I got to where he was, he yanked me by my hand and dragged me into an empty class, closest to us.

I looked around and when I was in the perfect state to talk, I grimaced at him as my breathing became so rapid. Thoughts of yanking him by the hair and pulling out every ounce of it came to my head, but I immediately decided against it. Even though I thought about it, there was no way I could do anything in regards to such.

"Bella." he clamored. He didnt say it in a calm way, instead, he said it in a revolted manner. Plus the way he looked at me, made it seem as though my mental health was retarded.

"Well prince charming, you have a lot of explaining to do." I folded my arms and stared at him intently.

"Oh really...?" he scoffed, striding towards the table close to the entrance of the class. He sat on the table and shrugged.

"Well?" I snapped.

"You didn't ask a question"

"Don't play dumb with me, you fucking pervert!"

He smirked as he looked at me with disbelief visible on his face. Immediately, he got up from the table and began walking towards me. My heart skipped a beat as I swallowed hard.

He got to where I was and grabbed me by the chin, not so roughly as his hazel eyes peered into mine. Even though I felt intimidated, I couldn't help but ogle at his perfection. Ranging from his chiseled jawline, down to his perfect high fade haircut. His lips....

'My God what are you thinking Bella' I screamed inwardly as I immediately rebuked the crazy thought.

"Watch your tone, missy." he said coldly and finally stepped backwards. I could finally breathe. He was basically standing so close to me that I could feel his hot breath on me. My poor dirty mind had already began to imagine different fantasy that was never going to happen.

"You don't expect me to be so happy and grateful to you for filming me."

"Hmph..." he huffed. " I didn't film it"

"And you expect me to believe that?! You and your fucking friends were laughing at it!"

"How would you know that?"

"Henry smirked at me when he caught sight of me..." I crossed my arms, giving him a look that said 'I'm not dumb, yunno'.

"So?"

"Are you being serious right now??"

"Relax Bella, it's not much of a big deal."

"It's not much of a big deal?" I blinked rapidly to prevent tears from falling, but I was loosing it. The tears eventually flowed down my cheek. Something flashed in his eyes and disappeared as fast as it had appeared.

"Did you do this on purpose. To ruin my life, to get the whole fuckin school against me?" I raised my voice. I stopped for a minute to catch my breath. It all started coming to me. I didn't remember going to any party yesterday. Infact I remembered staying in my room all through out. It was more of a Saturday routine for me.

"How did I get to that party?!"

"Are you seriously asking me that?" His voice was soft.

"I don't remember going anywhere." I said, squinting my eyes in confusion and he suddenly began to act apprehensive." Why did you drag me here, if you had nothing to hide?"

"You were going to pull down the whole school with your yelling and I don't need anything to ruin my reputation." he said nonchalantly.

"Your reputation? What about mine? You practically just ruined my life."

"Look Bella. This whole thing was not meant to happen. We don't have any buisness together. I didn't record it and I don't know who did. About you coming to the party, I don't fucking know how you got there and let me warn you. Try your possible best to stay away from me!" he glared at me so fiercely. "Is that clear?"

I swallowed hard as I watched him step back. He exited the class and immediately a fresh lump gathered in my throat once more. I didn't fight it as I let it flow down my cheek. I wasn't crying for my reputation, even though I tried my best to convince my self otherwise. His words hurt me and I had no idea why it hurt so bad.

I sobbed as I walked towards the door and grabbed the door knob. Of course I cleaned my tears and managed to get myself together before going out. He wasn't there anymore. That I was grateful for.

I folded my arms and walked with my eyes transfixed on the floor. I was supposed to be have a class by now, but here I was, having the worst day of my life. If I could I would have gone back home the moment I heard the news and probably think hardly on now i got into this mess in the first place.