Chapter 119
- HAZEL -
Am I ready for this? I guess so. My body feels as if I just had a vacation despite how short my day off was and to think all I had was a day’s rest and good sex really makes this even more bizarre. I like it. A smirk forms on my face as I look all to my lecture hall. I definitely recommend too, rating it five stars.
I push the door open and exhale before taking a step in. I haven’t had the courage to surf through my phone since yesterday and to be honest, I’m not sure I want to. Natasha or one of my friends will probably fill me in on whatever is going on and I guess there’s no avoiding fate no matter how much I try.
I hold my shoulder high and walk in. I’m guessing the school board will request my and Killian’s presence soon so for now, I’ll just live in the moment without killing myself with these thoughts in my head. I study the half full hall carefully, examining everyone inside along with what they are doing briefly. No one’s staring my way. While I’m glad for that, I can’t help but wonder if my face has already been revealed to everyone present in this hall. For all I know, every lady has a death wish for me and every male jerk probably think they have a chance. I groan and roll my eyes with disgust.
I take a seat in my usual spot. Normally, Kate would be here with me but she’s not. I miss her. I can’t wait to go home after the exams. That is also something that bugs me.
Will I stay here long enough to write the exams with all that’s going on? I swallow. I hope so. I need these grades to have a chance with another school transfer without starting over if needed. I swallow. Mom and dad will not be happy with me. I don’t even want to imagine my punishment once this whole thing blows up in my face. I puff air out my mouth. I’m trying so hard to be calm but my whole body is trembling.
Who could hate me so much to actually want to ruin my university life? I’ve literally done nothing to harm a fly here, talk less of anyone! If anything, I’m the one who’s been hurt severally by the people and things in this school. I had an injured ankle caused by a professor, had this terrible stomach ache due to Carol’s party mix, met the most unhinged roommates and now I’m getting picked on by someone I don’t even know if I ever came across. My hands make its way to my face and my singers massage my temples from the centre of my forehead backwards. I need to breathe.
I let out a strangled exhale. I can guess my eyes are close to reddening due to the wetness of my eyelids. I lean my elbows on my desk and lower my face to rest on my fingers, which support both sides of my face without coming in contact, staring at the desk before me.
Before getting to this school this morning, I told myself I would not let myself be taken by this foul play. I promised myself that I’ll be strong regardless of what comes next, I sniff, I need to keep that promise.