If Only (18+)

Chapter 9 (Part I)

Why is everyone looking at me? Do they know about the letter? Was this just some sick prank of theirs and everything is a joke-

"I see Mr. De Luca decided to be on time for once. How convenient." Mr. Reynolds said, and I immediately looked up to see Nathan standing behind me, staring at our teacher in annoyance.

"What's convenient is that I had to wake up early this morning to take my little sister to school so  I wouldn't hear you bitching about me being late. But nothing never seems to keep you satisfied, huh?" Nathan growled out, and my eyes widened at his statement.

He's always late so he can take his little sister to school?  I mentally asked myself, and my heart yearned for that kind of relationship between me and my brother, Trenton. 

"I don't appreciate your attitude or your colorful language, Mr. De Luca-" Mr. Reynolds began to raise his voice, but Nathan cut him off with a small chuckle.

"Well, guess what? I don't give a shit." He rolled his eyes and stormed out of the classroom.

The students howled with laughter and Mr. Reynolds tried to calm himself down by taking deep breaths, but I stood there, frozen.

What do I do? 

My mind swarmed with thoughts, trying to figure out what to do until I heard a voice call out my name.

"Go find your partner, Miss Chilton, or both of you will fail for the semester." The voice said, and I instantly knew what to do.

I need to go find him.

Leaving the classroom, I looked down the hallway, but he was nowhere in sight. Sighing, I decided to walk towards my locker, hoping to maybe figure out who gave me the death threat.

I've gotten many letters in my locker, so it wasn't anything new. But, the difference between this letter and the others was the fact that they wanted me to die.

But, I didn't blame them, whoever it was, for giving me that letter. It was long overdue.

My ribcage began to hurt when I realized I was breathing heavily, so I leaned against a wall to catch my breath. 

"Are you okay?" A voice asked, making me jump.

"I-I'm fine." I stuttered nervously, looking into the calculating eyes of Nathan De Luca.

Where did he come from? Was he following me? How did he find me so fast-

"Well, let's get started on Mr. Fucktard's essay." He spat, still fuming from his heated argument with the teacher.

I noticed his clenched fists and the corded veins sticking out of his arms, so I made sure to stay a few steps back, away from him.

"Why are you way back there?" He questioned, turning his head around, making a few dirty blonde locks of hair fall on his forehead.

"You seem mad," I explained, holding my English binder tightly against my chest.

He was silent for a moment, before he answered, "Just because I'm mad doesn't mean you should avoid me like I'm the plague." He grinned, his silver-grey eyes twinkling with amusement.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again." I apologized, looking down.

Why is he being so nice to me? I don't get it.

"What's on your mind?" He asked, slowing down to walk beside me. His whole aura seemed to have changed in almost an instant.

I looked up at him nervously, before tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I don't understand you," I admitted honestly.

"I'm not a complex person. If anything, you're the confusing one." He snorted.

"How so?" I demanded while wondering why we were having such a civil conversation in the back of my mind.

"The majority of the time, you never talk to anyone and always seem very closed off to students, people our age," he said, and my heart stopped, "and the other day, you looked so miserable before you just up and left." 

I frowned, growing irritated with him. Does he not notice how the students treat me or the crude rumors they spread? 

"Are you blind or just ignorant?" I spat, grinding my teeth together.

"Alright, that's where I draw the line. I'm sorry I'm not a mind reader and can't figure everything out. But, maybe if you let someone in for once, you wouldn't be suffering so much." He put his hands in the pockets of his grey slacks and began to walk away.

I huffed a breath and frowned at his retreating figure.

He must be the most ignorant person I've ever met, I mentally grumbled as I picked up my pace, trailing behind Nathan.

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Chapter 9 (Part I): Finished!😁✔️

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