Chapter 45: Chapter 45

"You are late, Ivy." Freya said as I entered her restaurant, she had a frown on her face.

Her eyes went back to what she was doing. The restaurant was kind of busy today, a lot of people came to dine.

"I know." I muttered under my breath.

"Why are you still wearing your school uniform?" Freya questioned me.

"Does it matter?" I mumbled.

This time around, Freya looked up. She scanned me with her eyes for a while.

"What is wrong with you? Are you okay, Ivy? Should I call your mother?" Freya bombarded me with questions.

I gave a half shrug."I'm okay. Like, very okay. What should I do?" I asked her.

Freya went silent, her eagle eyes were fixed on me.

Finally, she broke the silence."I think you need a break. Maybe, you should take today off. I have hired a few workers, I'll tell your mother you shouldn't work anymore."

"Thank you." I muttered and walked out of her presence.

I was supposed to board a cab to my house. But then, I needed to think. I needed the cool breeze. I had to clear my head.

I was broken. I was only trying hard not to break down. I didn't know love could hurt like this. If I had known love was dangerous, I would have avoided it like plague.

"Let's break up, Ivy."

Romeo's words kept replaying in my head. I couldn't forget the expression on his face when he said those words. His brows snapped together, he was really pissed off.

I knew I got him upset because of my words. But, that should not be enough reason to break up with me. Romeo was merely looking for an opportunity to end the fûcking relationship. And, he did it.

I recalled that I didn't say anything when he spit out the words. I didn't beg him. I didn't vent my anger and frustrations on him. I only walked out of his house.

For the first time, I was proud of myself. I was glad I didn't do something stupid. At least, I didn't beg him today. I might beg him later but not today. Why the heck should I beg him, anyway? He broke up with him. He didn't want me anymore. I was useless to him. Probably, Romeo was not in love with me in the first place. He played me, after all he is the school's baddest boy. How could I forget about that?

Romeo Sparks played me. He took advantage of my innocence and my love for him. He shattered my heart into pieces. He knew I was madly in love with him and he intentionally used that against me.

In the end, I lost. I was the stupid loser.

The good girl who fell for the bad boy ended up getting used. I instantly hated being the goody two shoes. It sucks being a good girl.

I could be a fûcking bad bitch and focus on my goals too. Fuck everything!

With that, I took the turn leading to Joey's hair salon. Instead of being a simp for a guy, I should dye my hair first.

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"Stop giving me that look. What's on your mind?" I said to Joey, after I caught her stealing glances at me for the umpteenth time.

Joey cleared her throat."I am not the only one staring at you. Most if not all of the students in the cafeteria are staring at you."

I lifted my shoulder in a half shrug, taking a sip out of my orange juice."Why are y'all staring at me?" I asked, pretending as if I didn't know.

"First of all,what happened to your hair? Why did you cut it to shoulder length and turn the color to white?" Joey probed.

"I just feel like doing that." I replied.

"No. This is not my friend. Who the fuck are you?" Joey queried, giving me a dirty look.

That was the look my mom gave me last night, when she saw my hair. My mom didn't comment much about my hair. She only wanted to know why I made such a change to my hair. I told her what I said to Joey just now.

I knew I gave everyone a shock. I didn't care though.

The corners of my mouth curled upwards."You are a drama queen, Joey," I uttered.

"What is wrong with you? Well, the hair fits you though. You haven't given me any feedback about you and your boyfriend." My best friend remarked.

I swallowed a gulp down my throat. I hated that I felt somehow when she asked about Romeo.

"Maybe, you should stop addressing Romeo Sparks as my boyfriend. Our relationship has ended. In other words, we are not dating anymore." I stated.

Joey frowned."Wait, what? I thought you went to this house yesterday. Didn't you talk or what?"

"Romeo is just a dickhead. Fortunately , I am not interested in him anymore. He should go to a beautiful hell." I ranted.

Joey flung her arms around my shoulder, caressing it gently."Is that the reason behind all these changes?" She questioned me.

I hissed."Never!"

"You don't have to lie that you are not interested in him anymore. I know you still love him. It is there in your eyes. I am sure both of you can still- "

"Damn! Can you stop talking about the son of a bitch?" I snapped at my best friend.

"Okay." She muttered under her breath.

I knew my best friend would still bring up the topic. I might decide to talk about Romeo later. For now, no! I didn't want to talk about him or even set my eyes on him. I haven't seen him today and I was happy. Maybe he had decided to drop out of school. I didn't give a fuck, anyway.

Joey was right. Almost all the students in the cafeteria were staring at me. Funny how I turned into a celebrity, all of a sudden. I was sure they were also shocked by my new appearance. Well, I was also shocked. I didn't think I could do something to my hair until yesterday. I didn't regret turning my hair into shoulder length or changing the color of my hair.

"You look pretty though. This new color really fits you. " Joey's voice jerked me out of my thoughts.

I turned to her with a smile plastered on my face. "This is what I wanted you to say. Thank you." I told her.

Joey and I continued to chat when the murmurs in the cafeteria interrupted us.

"Wow! Romeo." Joey uttered.

I couldn't deny that my heart skipped a beat. I caught a whiff of his familiar cologne.

No, it can't be. I didn't want to believe that Romeo was in school.

Yes, I was over him. I didn't give a damn about him. But still, I didn't want to see his face.

I turned to see him, even though I wasn't supposed to do that. I didn't know what was wrong with me. Maybe, I wanted to be sure that he was in the cafeteria.

Fuck, our eyes met. His eyes met mine. Since our table was close to the entrance of the cafeteria, it was easy for that to happen.

His forest green eyes locked into my honey brown eyes. My hands squeezed into fists. Why did I have butterflies all over my stomach?