“You've been avoiding me a lot recently, has something been going on?”
Really? This is the time he chooses to act observant? I have been avoiding him quite a bit since Adaline first went down on me. In fact, I haven't even slept with him since Adaline and I first kissed; I just couldn't bring myself to for some reason. I've been too preoccupied with thoughts of tutoring and Adaline. Clearly, he's getting suspicious.
“No, I'm just busy with tutoring,” I say in a fake, tired tone.
He nods, but still looks confused
. “I'm surprised you haven't killed Adaline by now.”
Adonis is like everyone else at this school, he knows about how much Adaline and I despise each other, but he stays out of it. We never even speak about her because our game is just ours, others’ opinions don't matter.
“Yeah, me too.” I chuckle awkwardly.
Kill her? No, I've kissed her, I've been inside her and she's been inside me. Not only that, I can't stop thinking about her every second of every day. Kill her? How can I do that when she's killing me, slowly, day by day.
“Wanna hang out after school?” He changes the subject quickly. I thank him mentally for freeing me from my inner turmoil.
“I can't. I've got detention after school for falling asleep during maths.” This actually isn't a lie; I did fall asleep this morning in class.
I don't mind math, it's exceedingly easy and I always get good grades. It's just boring—mind numbingly boring—not to mention I couldn't get any sleep last night because I stayed up the whole night thinking of Adaline. So of course, I fell asleep during class.
“Okay, I'll text you later,” he says in an agitated tone, but still leans down and pecks my lips.
What is he? Twelve? Who pecks someone's lips as a goodbye?
***
After a whole day of mediocre lessons, I'm exhausted. I didn't even have biology class today and for some reason, I find myself becoming disappointed by that. Another annoyingly disappointing thing is that I have detention, which is currently where I'm walking to.
I walk into the classroom and it's completely empty. I smile at the solitude and sit in the middle row, slamming my Prada bag on the desk and taking out my phone.
I text Kai for a while and play frivolous games on my phone as I wait for the detention teacher to show up. I wonder who it is this time. I don't really care. I just hope it's anyone but—
“Turn off your phone, Miss Kingston,” A voice interrupts and I look up instantly.
Mr Moore. Of course. For suck’s sake, why do I put these things out into the universe? He looks as miserable as ever, with his shiny bald head and ginger beard. He's the one substitute teacher who keeps showing up, clearly, he has no other life or job prospects. He is so annoying; he has absolutely no filter and loves making unwarranted comments on people’s lives.
Literally, anytime he speaks it’s to insult someone. So essentially, he is me, but not nearly as good looking or clever, because his insults are mediocre at best.
I just ignore him and put my phone down. I massage my temples already feeling a headache coming on. The only thought getting me through this is that I know I'll be going to Adaline's house and seeing her.
No! I mean, fucking her. I don't care about seeing her, only fucking her. It's not like I miss her when I don't see her or anything.
Yes, you do.Oh, shut up brain, what do you know?
The door opening again snaps me out of my thoughts and I look up to see…Aryan? What the hell is he doing in detention? I swear he's like the golden student.
I don't know much about him obviously, but I do know that I've never seen this kid getting into trouble for anything unless it's something admirable, because he's literally a ball of sunshine.
It's nauseating.
“Aryan? What are you doing here?” Mr Moore is as shocked as me.
Aryan just sits in the row next to me, a few chairs away from me on the right. He sighs. “I was late too many times this week because of boxing practice.”
Mr Moore rolls his eyes. “Boxing practice? That's why you're coming to school late?”
I tune him out once he begins his lecture. I close my eyes and begin daydreaming slowly and all my mind thinks about is Adaline. It's like she's entranced me. Is her cunt that magical? It’s like it has casted a spell on me and I can't think of anything but her. Then again, she's always clouded my thoughts, even before I so much as touched her.
