Secret Life at Boarding School (COMPLETE)

Chp.19- IT WASN'T ME!!!

Pic to the side is Headmaster King

Song to the side is Drake- Trust Issues, I love that song muccchoooo!

What am I even saying? Is mucho even a word?

* shrugs *

Chapter 19- IT WASN”T ME!!

I didn't accept Nate's apology, not out of hatred, or anything of that sort, but because of trust issues.

After the suspicious night when I saw him burning my files, I didn't want to be close to him, ever, again.

And I thought he understood what I meant when he calmly walked away yesterday, not even putting up a fight to win me back.

I had to admit, a teeny- tiny- part of me wanted him back, as a friend, but the bigger part told me he was bad, and I should avoid him at all costs.

Burying my face in my velvet pillow, I groaned.

Why was my life so complicated all of the sudden?

I needed to be happy, like NOW.

I dialed Chris's number, knowing he would pick up instantly.

“Hey, love!” His sweet but rough voice blasted in my ears.

“Hey!” I grinned, even if he couldn't see my through the phone.

“We should do something today.” He said, as if he was reading my mind.

I laughed, and replied back, “Let's go on a date!”

He chuckled, “Sure thing. Give me exactly 2 hours to plan, kay? Bye!”

He hung up before I could ask what we were doing.

Skipping towards my closet, I stared at the clothes in front of me.

Groaning again, I stomped my foot childishly.

“What am I suppose to wear?” I said out loud.

“Need help?”

Oh, god.

Claire was here.

“Why are you here?” I snapped rudely, not wanting to see her distrustful face.

“Sheesh, just wanted to help. But I see someone woke up on the wrong side of bed today.”

She replied back emotionless.

Did this girl ever feel any emotions?

“At least I am not the one who kisses her sister's boyfriend.” I snapped back, not meaning to let it slip but it did.

I thought I saw hurt flash across her face, but in a second it was gone, replaced with a cold scowl.

“Watch your mouth, Kellie.” she warned.

I shrugged and turned back to my closet.

The door slammed, and my shoulders relaxed.

God, she was an emotionless beotch.

Remembering my little fashion crises, I signed.

But suddenly, a light bulb literally popped up in my head with a bright idea.

I could call my friends back home!

Elisa would know what to do.

Skipping happily to my room, I hit my girl Elisa up.

“Hello?” her familiar voice rang through the speaker.

“ELISA!” I screamed excitedly.

She must have recognized my voice because she shrieked back.