Short one. Hopefully another tomorrow or on Christmas ;)
XOXO!
-Camilla Eldridge
Chapter 12
"Oh my god! I enjoyed what we studied! I cannot believe I'm saying this but I enjoyed math for the first time!" Paris exclaimed.
They all laughed. "You are a great teacher Scott. Can we do it again next time?"
"Do not be late then!" I answered. Scott laughed beside me and Paris pouted. "I promise I'll be the first one next time! Or else the orders are on me!"
Scott and I looked at each other and smiled. "I think we'll have a free dinner next time." He said and we laughed. "Oh! Let's take a mandatory groupie! Imma post this on Instagram!" Paris took out her phone and took several photos of us.
"Right! Beautiful photos!" She excitedly beamed.
We packed up our things and set ourselves to go. It was ten in the evening, thankfully our first class is at ten too.
"I'm sorry I cannot drop you at the dormitory guys. Mom's on the house now." Paris told us and she winked at me.
Paris and her plans.
"We can walk don't worry." He answered. "You take care of my best friend huh? She needs someone to take care of her instead of neglecting her."
I rolled my eyes and looked away. She meant that, she wanted that for me.
Scott looked at me with those sincere eyes. "I will."
I looked at him too. I felt awkward but safe.
Was that even possible?
I looked away pretended that I was looking for something on my bag, waiting for Paris to break the ice. "I think we should go."
I sighed in relief. I bet Paris know me better than myself.
"Yeah." I agreed.
"You sure you two okay walking?"
"Yes. No problem with that. Right Valerie?"
Right. It was a ten minute walk wasn't it?
I nodded and she knew that it meant I was uncomfortable with it.
Paris checked on her phone again, "Actually I can give you a ride. Right. I can. I'll just call my driver."
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Valerie wasn't at her dormitory room until now. It's past ten and I've been waiting for her for four fucking hours. I tried calling on her guards but they were not answering, and I have no fucking clue where she was.
But I am certain she's with that boy again.
Damn.
The pistachio ice cream has melted, but then I ordered four more and had it all on my freezer. My aids were changing the pistachio ice cream on my hand every hour.
Her phone was off too.
Damn.
I tried to call Paris and she did not answered too, which was surely intentional. Paris was never without a phone on her hand. She's dangerously, meticulously, always looking after her appearance.
I looked over their social networking accounts but there were no posts.
I was close to calling Aunt Monique, just to know Valerie's whereabouts.
Never did we fought and it lasted this long.
It had been past 24 hours already, and I badly needed to talk to her. I cannot sleep another night knowing she is mad at me.
I checked on Paris' Instagram for the hundredth time and I stood up as I look at the photo she posted.
It was a photo of Valerie and that fucking Scott, side by side, too close to each other, with a caption of "Thirdwheeling with these two."
It's been posted for five minutes but it garnered one hundred likes with various comments from Paris' friends
Omg! Who's the guy?
Finally!
The guy is edible. Rawr ;)
I'm happy for Valerie!
Valerie was smiling freely and that boy too.
My face reddened in anger. Fuck! I wasn't with her for a while and now someone's trying to make a move on her.
Fuck!
I run my hand through my hair, several times.
And those approvals! Those approvals from their friends! Damn!
Then I heard laughters, and I am certain to whom it was from.
"P-Philip?"
I am all red, I know. I looked at her, she was right beside the guy who I wanted to punch. Fuck that guy!
She looked at him and hold on the books which he was holding. "Thank you Scott. See you tomorrow." She said and smiled one last time with him.
She looked at me as she passed through me, she opened her room's door and I walked in.
The moment she locked the door, I hugged her, tight.
Like I was afraid of losing her.
Because in reality, I am. I am too afraid to lose her.
"Connor."
"Sorry pretty girl. I'm sorry if we fought." That's how I call Valerie, my pretty girl.
All the anger in my heart faded the moment I saw her. It was replaced with fear, fear of losing her, fear that she will be with him again. Fear that in the end, it will not be us.
I never imagined having another wife other than Valerie.
The whole day, I was thinking of her, of how I can make it up to her.
I wanted to be with her first thing this morning, or at lunch time, and even at dinner, but time won't fit for us, but now, she's here, and I missed her like it was years when I last saw her.
We've been distant with each other for weeks now and I hate it.
I really hate it.
"I'm sorry too Connor." She softly said. "I should have not talked to you that way."
My sweet pretty girl.
I handed her the pistachio ice cream. She smiled like a kid and hurriedly sat over the couch and opened the television. I sat beside her, her head was leaning on my shoulder as we share on the pistachio tub.
"Why are you with him?" I can't help but ask.
I never want him with her. Never.
"He helped Paris and I about Math Problems. He's good at it, he knows how to explain it in a simple way." She explained.
"I'm better." I arrogantly murmured.
"But you and Paris always meet at the middle. You always fight over stuffs. Paris never got mat at Scott." She did not looked at me, and I was thankful she did not I was starting to frown at that.
That Paris is someone I always hated. Always.
Ugh. If she is not her best friend I will really throw her on the sea.
"Next time call me when you need help Valerie. Do not call a stranger."
"Actually...he is not totally a stranger."
I frowned and looked down at her, "What do you mean?"
She sat up and looked at me, "I think you should know this too, it was a little related to you."
She started the story, of how our lives were entangled before. How my mom took care of me, how her dad took care of me for my first months, and how Scott's dad was involved.
Apparently, he took care of her too.
Damn. Mental note, she should never meet that doctor or else he might push her with his son.
Fuck. Like father like son.
I suddenly thought that if their parents were not meant for each other, then maybe they were?
Fuck that. If their parents were not meant for each other, then they are not too!
"He's after revenge." Right! damn! I'm bright.
I needed Valerie to believe that he is after revenge!
" I don't think so. He's a good man Connor."
"No! He is after revenge. Listen to me Valerie, how come he was roomed right beside you? And the spider, how will that come inside your room? And it was a coincidence he was inside his pad? He is stalking you."
Valerie looked at me with those curious eyes. "Connor, don't think bad of other people." She softly said. "You told me to understand Belle right? I will try, I will ask Paris too, so please be the same with Scott. He's a good man."
I massaged my head. Damn. Belle needs guidance in the world Valerie and I lived in for our whole life, but then, if I will let her help Belle, how about that Scott boy?
Damn. In the end I just nodded at her without thinking.
She smiled at me and leaned back on my shoulder. "Don't you think we are making progress? We are finding new friends now Connor. The more the merrier right?"
No. I just want us. The two of us. "Right."