Chapter 85: Chapter 85

JUNE

I had decided to march over to the ones sitting at the table next to mine to inquire about the reasons for their insult but Mark suddenly appeared, smiling as he placed the bowls of ice cream on the table.

“I got your favourite, June. It's just a pity they don't have the coconut-flavoured one,” he said with a pout as he sat opposite me.

The moment he sat down, the mutterings from the girls increased.

“What's going on?” He turned to look at the girls, who immediately shut their mouths when they noticed his attention on them. “Do you think they are talking about us?” He focused on me.

“I don't know,” I shrugged, opening the bowl, so I could see the goodies in it. I just can't wait to have my ice cream.

“They seem to be looking at their phones,” Mark pointed out, discreetly looking around.

At his words, I turned to look around. And sure enough, those girls were looking at their phones.

“What else will they be looking for if not gossip?” I scoffed, turning once more to concentrate on my ice cream. Those girls can whisper and point all they like, I just don't care. As long as I have my ice cream here with me, Mark sitting across from me and the big diamond on my finger, I don't care about anything else.

The looks accompanied us throughout our time in the ice cream shop. And I would be a liar should I say I wasn't affected by the stares. It was so uncomfortable being the centre of attention without knowing why the girls were looking at us.

That was why we hurriedly finished our ice cream and left. Our short walk to the car was also accompanied by looks from the students outside the shop. It was as if the entire campus were in on what was going on, with Mark and I the only clueless ones.

“Why do I feel like the entire school is looking at us?” Mark voiced my thoughts, looking around at the students, who were pretending not to stare.

“Because they are!” I held on to his hand. “Do you think there's something off with my dressing today?”

“No, it's good,” he frowned. “I don't think your dress is the reason for their stares. Could it be that they all noticed how beautiful you are today? I bet that's the case! They were just dazzled by your beauty and—”

“Can you be serious for once?!” I hit him on his arm, causing him to mock-scream.

“I was just trying to lighten the mood. Come on, you don't have to be affected by their stares,” he opened the car for me. “They can look for as long as they want. It's their eyes.” He closed the door behind me when I entered before he hurried over to his side and got in. “I need to get something from the library, so I will trouble you to accompany me,” he started the car.

“And what if I don't wish to escort you?” I folded my arms, trying not to look at the students, who were now blatantly gazing at his car with no ounce of shame on their faces.

“You can get out of my car then. I wonder how you will get a driver willing to send you back to your house without taking a dime from you," he pursed his lips, raising his brows at me.

“I will begrudgingly agree to follow you,” I mumbled, folding my arms, knowing that I had no choice but to follow him. Kristin is working, and I don't wish to disturb him, though I know he will run over should I call him.

“Begrudgingly?” He scoffed. “Just say you have no choice. It's not like you have thousands of men lining up to take you home.”

“I do!”

I angrily yelled at him, folded my arms and turned my focus to the window, while he laughed, amused by my tantrums.

The drive to the library only took five minutes. As it's on the Northern side of the campus, we had to drive from the Southern side, where the ice cream shop is located, to it.

Kristin left me by the car and went to get the books he spoke of. With nothing to do, I leaned on the car hood, and closed my eyes, patiently waiting for him to come out.

It wasn't up to a minute before I heard approaching footsteps. I opened my eyes, thinking it was Mark, but was shocked to see a female student instead.

She had her hands crossed as she stood in from of me. She's putting on tight biker shorts with a blue tank top. Her hair is tied up in a tight ponytail, making her eyes pop out.

The red lipstick she smeared on her lips would last me a year should I be willing to rub any on my lips each day.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” She said in a mocking voice.

I turned to look around, trying to know who she was speaking with because I didn't think I was the one. Not only have I not seen her before, but I doubt I will be caught dead having a friend like her.

No offence though.

“Stop looking around, bitch. I'm talking to you!” she hissed in an annoying voice.

“Bitch?” I raised a brow at her. “Are you talking to me?” I tilted my head to the side, wondering if there was something wrong with her brain.

“Why? Do you think I'm speaking to myself?”

“Who knows? Crazy things happen each day,” I folded my arms, preparing to ignore her.

“Like taking it from older men?” She laughed. “Tell me, June. Do you like older men, or are you only willing to kneel and spread your legs for your uncle?”

“What?!” I gaped at her, shocked by the words she spoke. My heart skipped a beat and my palms became sweaty.

“Why do you look so shocked? Not aware that your secret is not so much a secret any more, slut?” She mocked.