The rest of my weekend passes quite uneventfully. Colton stays as far away from me as possible, but when he does come near me, he glowers at me. I don’t mind though, because for once Colton is leaving me alone. Also, just to prove Colton wrong, I go to a movie with Liam on Sunday.
I walk into first period on Monday and see, to my disappointment, Ella isn’t here today. I sigh and take a seat. Before I know it, first period is over and I’m walking towards second.
Dread washes through me as I enter the classroom. Colton is sitting on one of the desks in the back with his arm wrapped around an unfamiliar brunette girl. There’s a group of people surrounding him, as always. I ignore him and sit in my seat in the first row. The bell rings and everyone sits down.
“Please turn to page 57,” says Mr. Murphy. I turn around in chair to get my textbook out of my bag. Immediately, my eyes fall on Colton who is looking directly at me. I narrow my eyes at him, but he just glares at me. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but I turn around before he can get the words out.
“Silent read pages 57 through 70,” Mr. Murphy instructs. Just as I start reading the first sentence of the page, I hear him.
“Pssssst, Jacey,” Colton whispers. I glance up at Mr. Murphy who is sitting at his desk doing something on his computer. How on earth did he not hear him? I shake my head in disbelief then go back to reading. To my surprise, Colton doesn’t persist.
Then it hits me.
The crinkled paper hits the back of my head, then falls to the ground to my right. I clench my jaw, then lean down and pick up the ball. Instead of seeing if there’s anything written on it, I stand up and walk over to the recycle bin by the trash can and toss it in. I walk back to my seat and sit down, avoiding Colton’s eyes.
I read another two paragraphs when I feel yet another crinkled ball of paper smack the back of my head. I ball my fists and accidently wrinkle the page of the textbook I had been holding in between my fingers. Refusing to acknowledge Colton, I ignore the ball of notebook paper and go back to reading.
I take a deep breath, but remain facing forward.
I bite the inside of my cheek, still refusing to turn and face him.
I ball my fists and feel my nails digging into my palm.
I tap my foot restlessly, not even trying to read anymore.
“Pssssssst, Jacey,” Colton whispers.
Ignore him. Ignore him. Ignore him. Ignore him.
There’s a pile of crumpled paper balls surrounding me now.
I hear people snickering around me as Colton pelts me with crinkled notebook paper.
I feel someone tap my shoulder and I turn around slowly to look at them, carefully avoiding Colton’s eyes.
“I think Colton Shaw’s trying to get your attention,” says the black-haired girl behind me. She’s trying to suppress a smile.