Chapter 4 IT’S HATRED, NOT LOVE.

VELORA

I  probably should have taken more happy pills than I took today.  

Because Vaughn is going to want to crawl into a hole at the end of today. 

I’m going to make his life a living hell. 

The fuck that goat just tried to rage bait me?

Hahaha. Very funny. 

I hope I find him in a ditch somewhere and not under the skirt of those stupid vixens that flocks around him. 

Don’t get me wrong… I have no issue with them doing their shit. But bro should at least get a grip and own up to a spec…

They all seemed to look like ducks… or mother duck? But with heavy lipstick. 

I slammed the locker shut. The noise resounding with a heavy bang, as other students sharply turned towards me and I made a weird face at them to piss off. 

That goat better be here somewhere. 

Who would have thought…. The egoistic popularly known playboy and manly ‘alpha’ guy is hiding from his sweet ‘betrothed’. 

I turned on my heels to go search for him as the bell in the hallway rang for the next class. Ugh! Fuck it!

I stared hard at the stairs that leads to our third floor, knowing his ‘subtle’ hiding spot. He will never find out I know. 

I stared at it until I felt a single tap on my shoulder. Which seemed to pull me out of my focused trance.. or whatever y’all call it.

I plastered the ‘Velora’ smile on my face as I turned to face the audacious little thing who tapped me. And guess what…. It’s the fool I almost banged at a party three nights ago. 

A party where I could have had the best time and first time of bliss. You know what I mean by first time right??? 

And guess why I still haven’t done that? Because I got cockblocked by an idiot who believed I settled for less. 

And I quote. ‘Why the fuck will you be slumming it with small dick Bernie’ 

Yours faithfully Vaugh.  I’m gonna kill that bastard one day. And that day is near.

Bernie smiled back at me and if I may say… genuinely? 

Brother please… your dick isn’t even something to write home about. 

The slow lovely Bernie not getting the memo behind my fake smile decided to lean in to whisper in my ear.

“How about we—Christ!” 

Then someone checked him from behind which led to me being checked too as his face contorted to reveal his pain. 

I was going to kill whoever had the guts to check me. Never have I been hit in this goddamn school before.

My hands gripped my book so tight as I was ready to use it to it the bastard who checked me. And then his foolish face came into view. 

When did we start taking the same class?