Chapter 3 Three
Xavier.
I shouldn’t have sent that text to her. My fingers hovered over the phone for a moment, my mind having a debate on whether to delete it or not.
She hasn’t seen it yet, because the message only showed two ticks but not blue yet. I still have the time to delete it now.
But something in me wants to see what her reaction will be.
And then the tick showed blue, which means she has seen it. My shoulders straightened immediately, wondering what she’s going to say. I knew she could tell it was me or maybe not.
I waited for minutes staring at my phone screen but still no reply from her.
Who does she think she is? She should be frightened!
My phone started blaring up with notifications which I know will be coming from no other place but Greyhigh’s stupid blog.
They are only known for one thing, trolling someone.
“I wonder what they’re talking about this time,” I muttered to myself.
I swipe to the blog and my eyes widened instantly.
“What!! When did this happen?” I questioned myself.
It was a video of her, she looked tense and frightened, my girlfriend was there standing in front of her, her face marred into a stern look.
Students were laughing around.
I saw several comments on the video.
“Scumbag of the week came pretty early this session.”
“Pack your lunch to another school!!.”
And a bunch of mean comments like that.
I didn’t expect the school to bully her this way. This is not what I aim to do when I tag her ‘scumbag of the week’
I made that term and I used it to humiliate a lot of people.
No, I’m not going to ruin her like I ruin others, she is different!
I just want her within my check and just make her pay for how rude she was to me the other day.
I continued to rewatch the video and I just couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.
I shook my head rigorously.
“No, no, this isn’t what I’m meant to do, I shouldn’t be sorry for making her the scumbag of the week,” I said to myself.
But the more I watched the video the more it made me want to go there and fight those people.
I quickly swipe the video off my screen. I wasn’t meant to have a soft spot.
My father has always taught me not to be weak. He says weakness means having a soft spot for people, I am not meant to feel others' pain.
He has always wanted me to be perfect, to him the perfect son means the one who of course got all A’s, best at everything he does, and very importantly high Ego.
“You are an Heir, you should behave like one, not everyone should be in your space,” that’s what he’d always tell me.
That also means I shouldn’t be overly friendly with everyone. At home it was as if my life was tailored and I’m being controlled like a robot.
School is the only place I gain control and that’s why I am who I’m today.
And that's why I can’t help but treat people that way, including her.
And damn the way she reacts it bothers me so much, but I hate it so much that I’m beginning to care about her.
This is the very first time I will care for my target, no I’m not going to let my soft spot override me.
It was a school morning, as usual students were all packed in the hallway in twos and threes.
I was standing in a circle with my guys Jace and Riley.
The sudden uproar of laughter and murmuring from everyone made me jerk my head up and my eyes caught her as she walked slowly into the hallway.Her light brown hair was packed in a ponytail.
She wasn’t even bothered by the laugh and sneers and whispers of students jabbing at her. Her head was fixed up and her shoulders straightened as she walked down the hallway.
I wonder how she still managed to show up despite all they did to her yesterday or maybe she didn’t see the video. I hope she didn’t.
“Xavier, Xavier,” Riley nudged me with his elbow, his eyes following my gaze to see what I was staring at.
He chuckled,“wait, wait, don’t tell me you’re …”
“No, I can’t, never, why would I even, shit man!” I snapped.
“The way you were looking at her, I thought you had teleported into another world,” he teased.
“Nah, she is not even my type,” I said with a wave of hand,“ And Cassie she will skin me alive,” I snickered.
And they both laughed.
But my eyes still find a way of lingering at her even while she has already reach the far end of the hallway.
The bell for class rang, and everyone started going into their various classes.
We have mathematics class and the teacher taking the subject, he was more like teaching himself than the class which bores the hell out of me. Normally at this point I will find myself making a very flimsy excuse just to get my ass off the boring class, but this time I find myself looking at her.
I find myself shaking my head slightly, it shouldn’t be this. Why is it that I’m having this soft spot for her. I should be yearning to break her just like I have done to others.
I want her close but not that kind of close, she is just a scholarship girl.
The bell rang again signifying the class was over and it is time for our elite group meeting.
The elite group of our school was people that are one percent of one percent. Their decisions matter in most of our school social events and anyone who thinks they deem fit to join are free to join.
“Hey you,” I called her before she almost walk out of the door.
She paused immediately.
“You must come for our elite circle meeting, it’s a ritual new student are require to do,” I told her simply.
“ okay,” she reply calmly, her expression neutral.
We always made new students to compulsorily attend our meeting to see if they meet our social standards.
Everyone were all seated for the meeting, it was just like ten of us.
The door opened slowly, and my attention shifted immediately, I watched her as she stepped slowly into the class, her head was slightly bow, like she was afraid to look at us.
“Hi everyone,” she said simply.
“You may take your sit,” Grace pointed, cutting her abruptly, like she wasn’t ready for any introductions. Typical Grace!
She sat down quietly, I watched her as she intertwined her fingers, and continuously repeating that pattern.
Skylar, the leader , cleared her throat, “I can see we have a new face here and I’d like her to introduce herself.”
“I’m Kimberly Smith, it’s nice to join you all," she said calmly.
“You haven’t joined yet,” Skyler sneered with a wave of hand,“You will have to provide us with the following information, your name , and club interests.”
“Okay, I’m Kimberly Smith, and I’d like to join the drama and literary club.”
“Okayyy, let see, what again, what again,” Skylar rubbed her hands as she swivelled her chair side to side.
“Wait,” I said sharply,“ I have a few questions to ask our new member.”
Her gaze shifted to me immediately and my eyes met her, our gaze were locked like we were in a staring contest.
“As the name of the club is, these are just some few social questions I will ask you, first, what are your parents occupations?”
She shifted her gaze away from mine and refuses to answer the question.
“Where do your live? Do you own a car or take a bus?” I asked,a smirk tugging at one corner of my lips.
She still didn’t answer and at this time, everyone’s attention were on her.
“No answer?” I snickered,“ She probably lives in some rundown part of town and perhaps trek all the way down here,” I laughed.
“ And probably wear thrift clothes too,” Grace added and everyone burst into laughter.
She pressed her lips together and tightened her fist by her side but didn’t say anything.
“See,” I throw my hands in the air,“ she is not even contesting it which means it’s true.”
Everyone burst into another round of laughter.
“At least I don’t humiliate people to feel important,” she said simply.
And everyone went quiet at once, their eyes widened in shock.
I froze immediately, no one has ever spoken to me like that in this school.
My stomach sank immediately and my eyes were shooting daggers at her.
Deep down I knew she was right which made me even more embarrassed but I’m not going to show my weakness to these people.
“The meeting has ended, you all can now leave,” I said coldly.
And everyone starting walking out, one by one.
She was about to open the door, so I called out.
“Kimberly, you stay.”
