Chapter 61: Chapter 61

When the bell finally rang for break and the statistics teacher rounded up his lecture, I was out of my seat in an instant. I headed straight for the door, needing to get out of that classroom ignoring the murmurs and stares. I needed to clear my head and make sense of what I'd just heard. I couldn't focus on the class, my mind kept drifting back to what had happened the night before and that morning.

I was sure of one thing. I needed therapy. Romeo had done so much damage and it was going to take a lot of work to heal from it.

It was my fault too. I could have stopped things from going as far as they did, but I hadn't. I'd let myself be swept up in the moment, and I regret it now. I was so stupid. Always easily deceived by his words and his innocent eyes. I felt so foolish, ashamed.

My stomach twisted into a knot at the thought of everyone finding out what happened. I was afraid of the rumors that would spread about me. Obviously, I would be blamed and the topic of discussion would be about me while Romeo would be treated like a king. He would be treated like a king for making me fall for his charm without making any effort. He even spent the night in my house. Damn, I was so dumb.

As I walked through the crowded hallway, the sea of students felt like a blur. The eyes of the other students followed me as I moved through the hallway, but I kept my gaze straight ahead. I couldn't let their stares get to me. I had to go to the cafeteria. I only had one person on my mind. Joey. I needed to look for my best friend and get some space from my thoughts of Romeo.

"Hey, gorgeous!"

A voice called out from behind me. I recognized it immediately. Samantha. I stopped in my tracks, bracing myself for whatever it was she wanted this time. I wondered when she would stop pestering me.

Samantha stepped in front of me, blocking my path. She had my arms folded across her chest with her long eyelashes swept up. I noticed that her minions were with her, they stood on either side of her, smirking. I couldn't help but notice that she'd dyed her hair black and green. It seemed like she was always changing her look, never satisfied with how she looked. Well, she would be a perfect girl for the school bad boy.

"Can you guess what happened, darling?" Samantha questioned me, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Romeo asked you to prom," I replied.

I hated how my voice came out in a whisper. I could feel the eyes of everyone in the hallway on us. I hated the attention. But, I could tell that Samantha was enjoying this, relishing the attention she was getting. She loved being the center of attention. What else did I expect from the queen bee?

What did I expect from a two-faced hypocrite? Someone who pretended to be supportive and nice when Romeo and I broke up, all the while plotting to get him back for herself. She was so selfish, using people to get what she wanted without a care for their feelings.

Samantha's face went blank for a moment, before the corners of her mouth curled upwards. "I'm glad you heard of it so quickly. Now, the question is, who is the real fling between us? Who is the one he really wants?" She asked me.

I could have shot back that it was her, but I knew it would only end up looking like a fool. I was the fling. Romeo asked her to prom while he only spent the night with me. What happened between us was like a night stand without the sex part. If Romeo had made a move to have sex with me last night, I probably would have gone along with it. Thank God he didn't do that. I would have been more heartbroken.

"Answer my questions, little miss." Samantha's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I knew it would not do any good to lose my temper, but I couldn't help feeling mad. I needed to get it out, and it seemed like Samantha was the perfect target.

I crossed my arms over my chest, throwing her a deadly glare. "I want to ask you some questions too and I need you to give the answers. Who is the bitch between us? Who is the sucker for attention? Why are you obsessed with me? I can tell that you're obsessed with me. I'm not even in a competition with you. You can have Romeo, I don't give a damn. But, stop acting like a pest around me. I hate how annoying you are." I blurted out.

My words seemed to have stunned everyone. Samantha's minions were staring at me with wide eyes, their mouths hanging open. And Samantha herself looked taken aback too, the sly smile on her face was replaced by a frown.

"Well, I've got Romeo now, and that's all that matters." Samantha snapped at me.

It was obvious that Samantha was just trying to play cool, but I could see the scowl on her face. I'd clearly hit a nerve.

As much I hated to admit it, Samantha's words stung. She had hit me right where it hurt. Even though I was not in a competition with her, she had won and there was no denying it. Romeo was with her now, and I was the one left on the sidelines. I was Romeo's plaything.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, and I blinked rapidly to keep them at bay. I couldn't let myself break down in front of everyone. I turned and hurried out, not bothering to wait for another response from Samantha or her friends. I needed to get away from them, from the whole situation.

I wiped my eyes as I walked down the hall, my mind still reeling. Then my phone beeped in my pocket. I fished it out and saw a text from James. It said he would pick me up after school. He wanted to meet up and show me something at his house. I quickly sent him "no problem" before forgetting to reply. With that, I went to the cafeteria.

I entered the cafeteria, but my relief was short-lived when I saw Samantha standing at the other end of the room. Was she sent after me? Did I have to see her face again? I kept gazing at her as she walked over to the table filled with other popular students.

As I watched, my eyes met Romeo's forest green eyes across the room, and we stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. I was frozen in place, unable to look away. Then, Samantha leaned over and kissed him. I didn't break eye contact, it was as if I was rooted to the spot. With his eyes piercing into mine, he kissed her back.