Chapter 17: Chapter 17

The next morning, I woke up and made my way to the bathroom to take my bath and prepare for school. I couldn't help but think of Mandy. I missed her, but she was better off away from me. After her treacherous behaviour, there is no way I could keep her as my friend. No way.

I came out of the bathroom and made my way downstairs after applying some lotion and deodorants. I entered the kitchen and made some coffee and toasted bread. I wasn't that hungry and making anything now would amount to waste, since I wouldn't eat it and the only person that would have, was out of my life.

I went to the sitting room with my mug and bread and sat in front of the television chugging it down in a drab way that showed a lack of interest. Everything was looking dry and less intrigued. Maybe I should visit home as sis said. I was missing my parents so badly and this might be a good opportunity to visit. My alarm blasted, signaling 8:09.

I had a meeting today which means I have to be in school before 9. I swung the content of the cup in my mouth and stood up, to leave for my bedroom.

Some minutes later, I was driving down to the school with my phone vibrating on the pitch hole, since I had angrily silenced it because of the noise it was rendering from people's calls, which was beginning to really get on my last nerves. Pulling into the school park, I made my way into the school with my bag, walking very fast to be very early for the meeting.

“Hey,” I greeted Donald when I got in. He was sitting in one of the chairs with his face buried in the pages of a book. He looked up and gave me his righteous brotherly smile.

Jtw “Hey, sister Val. How are you doing this morning? You have black bags under your eyes. Have you been sleeping well?”

Not this morning Donald, I beg of you. I smiled “Yes I have Donald, thanks. Just school works” I fibbed.

He nodded but didn't look away “I understand. Yesterday I was calling you when you were leaving school but it seemed you were in a hurry to leave. I also noticed you were kind of being odd around your friend”

“Donald can we not talk about that please?” He went stiff and straightened, realizing he had crossed the boundary.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude”

“It's fine. Just that for now, we are going our separate ways. It's for the best” I informed him with a glow to my face. If he found my explanation off, he didn't show it. He just nodded and looked off. The rest of the meeting members were coming in now. I brought out my book and started taking attendance. This was why it's good to come early. It makes taking the names of attendees easier.

The meeting went on as usual as per the oaf of our President making stupid suggestions on new projects all of which he doesn't involve in making happen. He would suggest and then leave it to the poor floor members to execute and it pains me because, at the end of his tenure, they would give him credit for every one of them. Clever nitwit.

“Val, can I speak with you for a second?” I bit into my cheek and stalled my patients as I turned slowly to the presidential cunt. He gave me his usual stupid smirk that wasn't a bit alluring to me.

“What do you want Martin? I don't have the entire today to waste” He looked bitten and grimaced.

“Take it easy Val, I only want to talk about the group project” I splayed my hands for him to continue. “The chancellor was taken with your minute presentation that we submitted for the monthly assessment. She seemed very approving ” he heralded the words as if it was coal to his lips.

“ Cool, thanks for letting me know.” I made to leave.

“Val wait” I heard him say and slowly spun and waited for whatever next he had to spill. He is never cheerful until he had said unpleasant stuff to me. Bring it on punk head. “We are having a kinda get-together at my place this weekend,” he said as if contemplating if his effort was justified. “Don’t know if you would care to hop by. I would be honoured. I mean for all you do for the group.” I found it really surprising that Martin would invite me to any event, not to mention an event that would be taking place in his house. I was of the mind to walk out on him and let him dip in his shit. But, I didn't want to be the sore spot. Even though he has been an ass and always tried to act like some stupid asshole and asshat, I just had to cut him some slack and accept his hand of friendship if that is what he is hinting at.

“Fine Martin. I will try” he smiled and showed off his white dents before righting himself and bouncing off down the halls. I think I caught the bitchy look of his spine__his girlfriend. I made it to the library to hide away and wait for my next class.

I found an empty secluded spot where no one would come and slid in between the chairs bringing out my phone and going through the countless messages that has been dropped by Cameron. He is relentless, I see. He should continue making a fool of himself. He would eventually get tired. I laid my head on the chair to sleep for some time, after setting my alarm to wake me up precisely at the time of my next class. When I came out of the library sometime later and walked to the class, I saw Mandy alone trudging to the same class. I noticed the way people were looking at us stupidly wondering why we weren't together. But they can kiss my ass. It's none of their business.

As I said, It's my life and I would choose how and who I want in it. She saw me and gave me a bitchy look before swinging off her face and hurrying into the lecture hall. I chuckled inside. The girl was such a bitch. She steals my boyfriend and still tries to be bitchy about it. No form of remorse. Wow. I never knew stealing was suddenly conventional.

Throughout the class, my phone kept vibrating and I kept ignoring it. After the class, I made my way down the hall hastening my steps to leave, before the place swarmed with students hurrying to vacate the school. I reached outside and walked to my car earnestly, and the reason being that I didn't want to meet with Michael and endure any of his gibberish nonsense.

Just as I opened my car door, to go in, a hand made it to the knob first and held it back. I recognised it and stiffened. How? “Why have you not been picking my calls, Kittie? Do you know how worried I've been? You even ignored my messages. Come.” he picked up my hand but I yanked it off and turned to meet his gaze notoriously with outrage oozing out of me.

“Leave me alone. The contract is off and I never want to see you again. You can now fuck her as you want.” he didn't say anything and watched me as I entered my car and zoomed off. Wo! That was easy. The man sure had guts. He fucks Mandy and then he thinks he can come to me and I will run into his arms for what? He can go meet her and they can be with each other. After all, they probably wanted me out of the way and now he is coming back why? Does he think I'm dead from heartbreak? He is very delusional.

I was driving at a full speed because I was angry at what he did. Since I met him he just find joy in humiliating me in the worst possible ways. I've told him not to come to the school but he wouldn't listen. The school was already buzzing with my break up with Mandy and now they've seen me and him in the parking lot, and considering the way I had walked off on him, by tomorrow I will have new imagery of me pasted in the minds of every gossip in St Columbus, Ohio. How convenient.

I hate my life right now. Driving into my garage I stopped the car and sat inside, my mind flooding with several thoughts on what I've gotten myself into. Why would Mandy do this to me? I gave her everything she wanted. Why would she be that heartless to take away this one thing she knew I've always wanted. She had everything she craved. The big goons which she doesn't stop to flaunt in my face, but I never for once got jealous or try to snatch any from her even though I had every opportunity to. But just for once that I needed her to be my friend, she stabbed me in my back.

I growled and slam my fist against my steering multiple times until I felt the pain in my wrist. This was bullshit. Everything. I would just have to do with the money I had made from him and forget about him. I should have known from the start that this might happen. Even though not from Mandy, another girl might have stolen him from me. I jerked back when I heard a knock on my windscreen.

I looked up abruptly to meet the face of Cameron. Again. What does he want? Is he now stalking me? I lowered the window. “Are you stalking me? I'm going to call the cops if you don't leave my house,” I threatened. He wasn't moved.

“Get out of the car,” he commanded. Did I hear him correctly? He still had the guts to give commands when he was the one at fault.

“Fuck you I'm not alighting. You can stand there till eternity” His jaw clenched and tightened to the marrow. I could see the outline of his bones around his chin. He was getting angry but what am I to care?

“Valeria I'm not going to say it again, get out of the car,” he growled and wiped his angry face as if he was bored from my tantrums. I noticed a movement from my neighbour's porch and became instantly agitated. I didn't want them to think anything was wrong or do anything nasty. Mr and Mrs Gusto were one dramatic couple. I hated coming down. It would make it look like I was scared of him. Yes, I was, but I didn't want to give him that notion.

I came out and stood with my bag hanging on my left shoulder. Mrs Gusto lifted her left brow, Perhaps wanting to know if I was in trouble. I smiled and waved at her. She soon went back inside. But I knew them, she would probably still be peeking through the window pane___ My arms were engulfed in Camerons and he was yanking me to his car in a jiffy. I wanted to actually scream now and call on the neighbours, on the intrusive Buffalo. But held back because I had brought this upon myself. “I told you I hated tardiness. Kittie. We have a contract and you have to keep to it. I don't take too lightly to obduracy.” he pushed me into the car and slammed the door after us. I glared at him and turned to see Mrs Gusto that had run out of her house and was coming towards us with something in her hand. A skillet?. Funny.