"Adrien! Wait!" I was almost running brusquely through the corridors. As soon as I heard her calling my name, my feet immediately reacted and moved. I quickly shut my locker close without a care and ran.
That's all I do nowadays. I kept on running away and avoiding my problems.
Yesterday, a day after that thoughtless stunt that I did in the cafeteria, I kept my best on disappearing. I almost wanted to wish that I can erase my presence. I was so embarrassed that I don't even want to see any of them, especially Charlie.
My heart will start pounding from humiliation and embarrassment. I didn't want to see pity, much less rejection directed at me. I won't be able to take it. Yes, I could have stayed home, but March was there.
Fortunately, Clare left as soon as I dropped the bomb on her. I don't think that she already heard what happened with Charlie. My mind and heart is still tormented by that, then I suddenly decided to mess everything up by blowing on that Allison.
I stumbled on my own feet when I reached an empty hallway. My books fell to the floor with a crush as I catch my own body with both hands. My breath hitches, panting due to the sudden adrenaline.
Now, I can't even stay still even if I heard or sensed someone calling my name. I was all around the place. All I can see and hear are people whispering against me.
I'm tired of this place.
I hate this. I came here to change, but miseries seems to chase me wherever I come.
"Adrien!" I flinched, glancing behind my back.
"What are you doing, kneeling on the floor?" Zack frowned before reaching for my things. I sighed, slumping to the ground. "Adrien?"
"What is it, Zack?" I grunted. If possible, I wanted to immediately leave and trap myself inside my room. Now, the student body knows my sexual orientation. Now, all unwanted attention is on me. I'm sure that everyone immediately jumped on the bandwagon as soon as they realized that someone will be taking their place from the spotlight.
"Dude... is it true?" This is what I wanted to avoid. I pursed my lips before glaring on the floor where my hands lay flat, ignoring his eyes.
"What is it, Zack? You have to be more specific than that. There's a lot of things that I know that even I'm not sure whether its a lie or not." I murmured. Despite seeing his hands placing the books beside me, I still didn't met his eyes.
I don't want to see another disgusted eyes today. I had enough.
"Will you look at me?"
"So you can insult me?" I scoffed, a small sting erupted in my chest.
"No..." I glanced at his feet. "Did you really kissed Kane?"
I groaned. "Haaah! Is that all?!"
"What? What are you looking at?!" I spat, lifting my eyes to his chest. "Are you gonna call me disgusting like everyone in this school seems to do all this days? At least you have the decency to call me directly in my face!"
I shouted and screamed. I dumped all of my frustrations for the whole two days that passed on him. I never thought that I'll be surprised or anything. All I expected is for him to say that I'm a disgusting faggot or I should burn at hell. But...
"I'm sorry, Adrien. I'm sorry if that's what you thought of me... I never-" My fists clenched, my insides slowly churned at his tone. "I never thought of it like that. You are also a friend and I... I just wanted to know, I guess."
"Zack, stop saying things that you don't mean." I gritted my teeth. I refuse to hear any nonsense that spouts from their mouths. I don't like their fake sympathy.
"Wait." I felt his hands grabbing my right hand after I stand. "Why are you avoiding us? At least answer this. Tristan and Ka-" Before he can even finish his sentence, I pulled my arms and ran.
Again.
***
"Adrien? Aren't you going to eat dinner?" March's voice came from behind my door. I gulped the pitiful sound threatening to come out from my throat.
"I'm not hungry." I whispered, I doubt that she heard that but her footsteps eventually left. I sighed on my pillow. My churning, not only because of hunger, but the added guilt. It has been a week.
Yes, I lasted avoiding them for almost a week. I can't even believe myself. When did I became such a coward?
Since you impulsively kissed your crush? It's not even a French kiss, it was just a peck. Is there anything to be flustered about?
Shut up.
Just admit it, Adrien. You hate her for making you snap. You're tired of constantly hiding and running. You actually missed them. It's been a week since you saw them face to face. You even feel guilty for not listening to Zack.
No, I'm not. I don't have to show up at their faces. I'm sure that they hate me know. Besides, about Charlie...
Hah... Adrien, what about Clare? By now, she should know what happened. What about March? Tristan will also be curious you know. Think about Charlie.
"Shut up!" I screamed into my pillow. I knew that it might be sooner than later that I have to talk to them again, but I'd rather it be later than sooner.
There is also that matter with my parents' call...
***
It was exactly a week later, in the exact place that it happened. I was hurrying through the crowd. I forgot to buy my lunch at the convenience store, so I had to buy inside the cafeteria or I'll starve. After slipping through their surveillance for a week, I grew confidence that they won't spot me.
I was totally wrong.
"There you are." A sinister voice whispered behind me. My body jumped. I flinched, slowly turning towards the girl hovering behind me as she holds my arm with both hands in a tight grip.
"March..." I trailed off with a gulp.
"You do know that I won't be easy to you because of your stunts and antics." I winced at her tone. The way her voice tighten at certain parts tells me that she's just suppressing her anger. If we weren't inside a crowd, a curious and watching crowd, she would have mauled me right now and head will roll.
"March, you're creating a scene." I hissed, trying to pull my hands from her grip, but she's pretty strong. Damn.
"You're the one who first created a scene, remember?" She playfully and mockingly sang. I winced for a second time. "Come with me."
I'm screwed.
"You're totally screwed." I groaned when she started dragging me. My heart suddenly started beating fast. I feel like I would not like wherever she'll drag me. I kept on pulling my hands. Fortunately, the crowd just watched as my best friend kept on dragging a very unwilling person.
Thank you very much!
No, but it was truly fortunate that she's the only one that confronted me. I don't know if I can even breath properly if Clare was there with her, much less Charlie!
After a couple of loud arguing and tugging, she finally stopped walking when we reached an empty laboratory. I gulped. I have a very bad feeling about where this is going...
"Tristan, open it!" She suddenly exclaimed without removing her hold on me. I'm sure that she'll leave bruises on that arm. The door quickly opened with a slam. A frowning Tristan stood in the doorway with his arms crossed. His stare made me remember the first time that I saw his cold blue eyes. There wasn't a speck of amusement on his face at all.
"Hi, Adrien." I averted my eyes with a deep sigh.
"Hey, Tristan." I muttered. "What's this?"
He scoffed. "You two are really alike."
I frowned. "What do you-"
Before I can even finish, his hands clasp my other free arm and pulled forward. I stumbled at the sudden force.
"What the-!"
My eyes immediately closed when I felt his hands freeing his hold on me. I can see the floor, I'll definitely fall. I bit my lip, closed my eyes, and inwardly cursed the jerk. My heart pounding in anxiety.
That was when it happened. I automatically winced for the third time that day. The door closed, again, with a thud. I can even hear giggling and snickering from behind the closed door.
That's when I realized what they did. They freaking locked me inside the freaking room!
That's not all of it.
They freaking locked me inside an empty room with no one else but the object of my thoughts that dominated my mind for the whole week.
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